Thursday, December 29, 2016

Time Bloom

We are a passage of innocence in a swift perfect chaos
Until we are torn asunder in time's irreverent perception
Looking back through the mocking occlusion of memory
All I remember is how extraordinary my awakening was
Memories of flowered sunshine under long, green days
Warm, careless fumblings and a burning to wreak change
Now innocent desire is lost in the slowing, reflective, days
But flowers remain as totems of remembrance to adventure
And if days shall darken more, they will scent the journey
For in the age of dwindling reason, hope blooms all the more