Fables and folklore are memories, stories told over time until they become forgotten truths. One day I asked my Mom if all stories are true, like the story of Jesus or Moses or Ulysses. I asked her if I would become nothing more than a distant memory, a distant truth remembered, the story of me. She smiled and answered me, “What are each of us but a story anyway my love? Don’t tell it…..live it.” And I have every day since
We gazed in unison when Aurora smiled down
The warm solar wind nods a knowing wink
United hand in hand with my first love at my side
We strolled the stars in amorous radiance
Oh those day we owned the evening
The sunrise ours to rent
But he glorious sunset was ours to hold to our hearts
While It’s opulence glistened in homage to our love
Showering us in confidence from her kaleidoscope beacon
Our tender union now budding and ready for harvest
The seeds of true love scattered amongst the night sky
Enraptured we strode abreast between giant boulders
Forged to admire from the days of ice
Time and age chiseled our names in ancient rock
As the boulders let loose stony tears of stories gone by
A history embalmed with the beauty of life
Shed in honor of two young lovers
Striding together awestruck in it’s majesty
Etching moments for us to share the rest of our lives
At the table of Gods we tasted the Meade
Dripped moments of delirium into our laps
The first breath of life of newborn souls
And times last breath
Together we pledged love to sunsets and mountains
But sunsets and mountains can’t love you back
Not even their omnipotent grandeur will glow eternal
Every tale has its beginning and every beginning its end
Littered with moments of time in shards of emotion
So time is all that we have left from our love
Fragile time destined to become tales of the past
But for now our time is eternal
Our moments to hold onto forever
No matter how thin the threads of time moments are ours to count on. Whether a series of moments or just one long moment they are there for us. And when ever we need our moments the most, that’s when our moments seem to last forever.
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Beautiful. I find that if I live my life mindful of my own unfolding story, I have less anxiety and less nihilistic thoughts. At the very least, my story is a purpose of its own.
Thank You Wayne, its a great life philosophy you have and often far more difficult to follow than many believe. Keep your story in positive vibrations always