Trinity

At the edge of the shrinking time in the gleam of pale twilight hour, down the misty memory lane I see me walk my children on the changing contours of childhood, hands held with paternal care, with warmth of everlasting love as they grow wings, fly away later. An ancient mariner, self-disposed, I navigate across many a rough sea, with propitious winds of love and empathy, on the frayed sail, I strive to raise, you all take me to the shore called home. In the obscure depth of introvert psyche, the shrouded sense of gratitude subsists, instinctively silent, undemonstrated. Engulfed by seamless emptiness of solitude I open my window on the flushing meadow, the sunburst dawn sparkles on pearls of dew. My blank mind morphs into a Monet canvas, on strokes of bruised brush paints of joy flow, forlorn life configures in spectrum of expression, as the sensuous stimulus of the pristine nature aspirates the dormant artist in me, unexposed. Written : March 2, 2020 May 27, 2020 Contest : Brian's Choice X Sponsor : Brian Strand