Legacy ( haibun)
Summers past stir in midnight dreams! Beauty was alive! Amid arias of feathered notes, roses bloomed like liquid sun! Life waxed serene into late August! Days shortened! Nights cooled, until in the small hours Jack Frost crept across drowsing trees! Unexpected tones were not only on the trees, but also in the air. Life was about to change! The dream master spoke of a different frost; “ And though it glitters, it’s not silver' he whispered!' It will be multi colored autumn, and unpredictable winter!' It's chill will challenge every level of sanity'!
Uncertain shadows,
Autumn, a time for leaving,
Chill of silver frost,
Huddled against glacial thoughts life grew cold! Multi colored emotions tumbled like fall's withering leaves. Inside a constant rage gouged all that was reasonable. Black winds rubbed against themselves! Inner storms grew strong, each thrashing inside out! Blankets of false hope piled high! Teneable expectation! Soon autumn's chromatic harmony was lost in clouds shielding the sun. Seasonal hues dulled! It felt like hope had walked in, looked about and left without a word!
A will destroyed,
Tarnished like unused silver,
Acceptance is strength!
Silence overtook! Power of dreams short-circuited! Nothing speaks louder then silence, unless it is a dream unrealized! Those left a t the edge of sleep. Those that tremble in the wake of day. These are treasures I am fearful to lose…. my dreams, my hope in uncertain days! Oh, if only to be free to keep these treasures alive forever.
Intensity builds,
Chasing dreams of summers lost,
Breaking the silence.
What dreams are lost will never be surpassed by memories! Memories of friends! Memories of family passed on before me. Times we heard the robin's sing! Times we reached to touch a butterfly’s wings, times we spent barefoot in the grass! Each dream, though it’s glitters, its not silver, but pure shades of precious memory, gilded in the days of all I hold sacred…my friends, my family! They are my home and hearth! They are my precious gems, my blooms of summer, my colors of autumn, the silence of a snowfall, and the rejuvenation of spring, with whom I'll remain, contented, to my blessed end.
In all days to come,
Alive after the passing.
Dreams willed forever!
“Dreams are journeys that take us far from familiar shores, strengthening the heart, expressing the soul.' Quote Source unknown!
Graphic: Moon Dreams: Marta Wiley
Midi: Bruce DeBoer : If I Were Free: with special thanks to my favorite Voodoo Queen for her help with this.
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