Provisional

Feeding personal death,
where old choices dwell;
decisions, acts and thoughts
a tapestry we weave and tell,
in grand theme, universal thread.

Poignant paradox, where spirit hides,
beauteous discord, love extols
to grand design, dance that unfolds.
A bloom, opens wide by demise
to become subjective whispers,
tides against objective replies.

Aesthetic tales tantalize and ignite
unchained life, gently close again
permanently narratives in quiet
bringing sense space in minded
in flame, locked in mortal cage.

Forget at all, through wisdom’s page
mirrored dance, open your pain
because my freedom or my pen
come inviting to creating unveiled,
hidding your eyes in windows unlatched,
while a silence movement attends.

Devotion bathed in pure light,
flickering spark or ever-bright,
dreams we still may embrace
distance as solace that appease,
resignation as balm for all grief
while truths hard-won and brief.

Challenge latent, our nascent hour
etched on time’s own face
in my distance, my wait, our hold
in my story, beyond, yet untold
it mind leave their indelible mark
minimal truths, provisional answers
and sense of place sets us all free.