The Gentle Winds of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A gentle breeze betrays the harshness of the escaping day. And it is the beginning twilight of the soothing rays of sliver light that extinguishes the burning waves of longing that overwhelms the gentle winds of time.

THE GENTLE WINDS OF TIME

By Al Garcia

A gentle breeze betrays the harshness of the escaping day.  And it is the beginning twilight of the soothing rays of sliver light that extinguishes the burning waves of longing that overwhelms the gentle winds of time. 

The approaching shadows of the night begin to take their place beside the remnants of the fading rhythm of the consciousness that was.  And there is a tiredness within that tolls the sound of nothingness.  It is the gentle winds of time that swathes the chaos and the bedlam of the jaundiced specter of our lives with the gentleness of slumber and of rest.

It is the gentle winds of time that comforts and consoles my human heart and soul.  And it is the gentle winds of time that stirs the memories and the moments forever captured in my mind, as well as reigniting the unrelinquished sentiments that cleave to the very essence of my being. 

The ever-changing seasons, like gusts of wind that swirl and whirl the fabric and the structure of my life, renew the aging force within me.  There is a cosmic force that embraces me with courage and with strength I did not know I had – the audacity to weather and accept the casualties and tragedies of life – too many to recount, too painful to relive.

There is a gentleness to the days that pass me by.  The natural wonders that surround me more profound and overwhelming.  The brilliance of each color, the sounds that wake me from my reverie and the silence that lulls me into nothingness, and the fragrances that fill the air -- a symphony of perfection and completion that stirs my restless soul and sooths my wondering mind.  But it is the human touch and human necessity to love and need and give, that completes me and defines the rhythm of my heart.

Oh, to be forever a part of the gentle winds of time, and to have been, for one brief moment in someone’s life, a gust of wind that uplifted their heart and soul. 


Submitted: May 26, 2021

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