ST177 ... Broken
I have found solitude here in the destruction of my mind. All of what i thought i knew has disappeared into the landscape of the night. My love has left me, betrayed me, forsaken me, abandoned me when i needed her most…. or so i thought?
She has given the best of herself to the winds of change and clashed the bright light of desire within the ruins of time. She has walked into the day unbroken as a flower, open to the first rays of sun. Roots of love spreading out into a soft breeze across dew lit grasses. ‘Love has two faces of one mirror of infinite reflections that all arise and dissolve’ a master spoke.
I am alone walking, no-one near, my dog and i.
I am not sad with my heart shattered behind. A soft hue of this dew enters me. I see the way silent and pure with a melancholy mood folding upon the path moving empty still. I have no anger, bitterness, remorse for this loss. Yet a million tears engulf me.
Pain hidden in the shadows below etched boundaries, falling into the dark depths of scripture.
In the surreal guiet a moment opens its door to a world of trails, memories weaving in and around my heart, a spiral of love gone, going, fading to a silent air.
I will move on. She will move on, disappear. And as time from across the heavens enters difficult to come, yet easy and slow it goes, in our own way, we are all becoming.
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