The Dissipation, Nothing, Like A Grey Dawn
“Why am I here?”
‘Because you are not there.’
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Oh grey dawn, you do still hide so
Glinting through an approaching fog
I see you vaguely lying there, behind
Dormant, still sleepy on horizon’s end
Why aren’t you coming?
Raising Time itself to ask...
‘Push back, oh night darkness
Is this to be a day yet?
Is this Sun’s day?’
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Waiting...No thundering tune came
Or is coming this way bright
No trumpets sounding
‘Here comes the rising light’.
No... softly instead, very softly
Questions flow silently across Nature’s spectrum
Passing in, and mingling with, the mists ever-approaching
Creeping like a soft blanket
Leisurely covering over lands
Thought soon free of night
Ending memories dreamt well for living
To only merge into shallow fadings
Without even a sigh, or lonely owl’s hoot.
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Waiting...
Oh, into what bosom does this sad path lead?
Even garden gates do not manifest their welcoming glory
On this well-worn trail...
Acknowledging that far door now seen approaching...
‘Beyond Understanding’.
No... instead Nothing appears.
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The quietest peace reigns as soft-soled feet shuffle on in
At last understanding fills a nearby glade
What was, 'is' becomes clear...
As old friends and enemies alike manifest
Moving to greet...
Smiles unfolding.
A most gentle breeze blows through...
It’s final goodbye sounds... this lesson is glad over.
Hands within willingly close that door
As a now lonesome dove ascends, escaping
Cooing ever so softly...
‘Goodbye friends, goodbye’.
And wings away, from there back to us
Until we too join the All
Merging into kindest remembrances
Of those, these glorious times...
Now gone by...
As Time folds in on itself
With a last chuckle
‘Better here than in all Chaos.’
Such as when we began
We all walking this abiding Earth
Learning, looking for better balance.
Now shared.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2024
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