beacon

Heartspeak

beacon

time
(like water)
mars
the soft clay
of face
(and form)
leaving
(inevitable)
track and trace
of interval
(false portents
of
frailty
failure
and finality)

yet

fervent fire found
in eyes
heart
spirit
(and soul)
(more than proof enough of time's futile fury)
white hot
(and true)
illumines a wondrous way
from me to you

(time's indifferent instants
made but a mist of memories
simply dispersed by ardent argent flame)

(by you)

Who are you, why are you here?

What do you think? What do you feel?

jeff at heartspeak.net

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