It Is Done
Luminescence to be sure, clouds, Octobers' moon behind.
Whipping wind kaleidoscope shapes, sorted memory find.
The pieces in dim autumn sky, drift then meet and meld.
With passage of time I find, their place in life has jelled.
I cannot comprehend what is, that I do not know about.
I find that even what I know, has now often left a doubt.
So in those silhouettes, backed by deep unending space.
There comes an understanding, brings a smile to my face.
No matter what their shape or tint, pass in front or rear collide.
Like clouds we're blown through life, what will won't be denied.
I look not now for answers and of questions I have none.
I'll just keep blowing in the wind, enjoy life till it is done.
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