Every day
The sun rises and sets
Never ceasing.
Such an interminable cycle
Creates a false sense of permanency.
That the landscape of life will remain unchanged
Even when it is known that this is a false premise
Based on desire, not knowledge.
East and west
North and south
The compass points remain
Gravitational pull continues.
Planets locked into orbits
Unseen forces
Bring with them
A sense of eternity.
Even history, fixed in time
With revolutions and convolutions
And ceaseless changes
Has its own repeat patterns.
Change becomes immutable
What was temporary is now permanent
Incontrovertible
A clever mask, an artful masquerade.
But we both know, you and I
That in our own small world
Change is inevitable, unpredictable
That the landscape of our life will shift.
Not a conscious choice
Or a mere change of view
From a forest to a desert
A moving through of landscape.
What tempest brewed
What conflagration raged
What deluge pounded
To alter the landscape of my life so?
The winds of time
That over-used phrase
Dispensed with our mirage
And carried you away.
Within me now does the
Tempest blow
Conflagration burn
Deluge drown.
How do I withstand these forces
That seek to destroy me?
By standing alone
Still
Silent
Claiming the lament in my heart.
Its powerful to claim lament for your while being. But do desire…glimpse eternity witnessing itself….knowledge alone as sole arbitrator may be false premise…