Whisper Twilights Fall

metaphysical imagery, using the celestial to symbolize deep emotional and spiritual truths.

While day turned to evening

I had given up my ghost

to all the events of life,

its heavy burden and boast.

Yet in the quiet twilight's fall,

I felt the stars begin to call,

whispering secrets I had lost�"

reminders of what matters most.

The moon, a mirror of my soul,

reflecting truths I couldn't hold,

cast shadows where my heart once bled,

and lit the paths I never tread.

In every silver beam, I found

the echoes of a deeper sound�"

a melody of love and light,

that softly sang throughout the night.

Beneath the weight of cosmic skies,

I saw the world through clearer eyes.

The scars of time, the hands of fate,

had painted beauty, even late.

For in the cracks of shattered dreams,

a radiant hope forever gleams,

reminding me, despite the cost,

there’s still so much that's never lost.

The night embraced me in its grace,

and wiped the tears from every trace.

I found my spirit in the glow,

where time and space no longer flow.

For in that stillness, I became

a spark within creation's flame,

and all that life had ever known

was written in my heart of stone.

:: 10.13.2024 :: 

Author's Note

If you search for meaning and eventual harmony with the forces of creation.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A poem best understood by those of us of a certain age. Well rhymed and well told.