Weep the Weathered Heart

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

Weep the weathered heart, for time ignores the plaintive pleas of those who cannot dream or see beyond the hovering shadows that shroud the morning sun and veil the evening stars.

WEEP THE WEATHERED HEART

By Al Garcia

Weep the weathered heart, for time ignores the plaintive pleas of those who cannot dream or see beyond the hovering shadows that shroud the morning sun and veil the evening stars. 

The shifting sands of time no longer flowing, no longer glowing in the golden rays of light that feed the need to be.  The fading sounds of glory and of splendor, muted by the silence that overwhelms the stillness of the piercing resonance of what lies beyond the darkness.

How strange to realize that age has become the winged chariot of time, drifting aimlessly in a sea of memories and sensations that stir the idle mind and agitate the quivering and exhausted heart. 

To feel the arms of time cradle and embrace me.  To sense the beating rhythm of the expanse of time against my withered and wilted form.  A child again.  A dream again.

Weep the weathered heart no more.  For time has taken me to where no cries are ever heard, and withered and wilted forms no more deceived or betrayed by the flowing strands of time that has entwined itself in me. 

 


Submitted: August 30, 2021

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Bert Broomberg

A truly interesting read.

Tue, August 31st, 2021 2:11pm

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