Upon such fate man’s destiny does rest.
Who comprehends the morrow’s silent wings?
To that distant day set in time’s array,
Where through a dream life’s purpose springs.
In midnight’s realm where dreams unfold,
Visions arise dark tales to be told.
Now brighter each day in the sun’s warm rays,
Memories collected both bitter and bold.
The painful rejected, a currated past,
As sunsets accumulate, new shadows cast.
The distant future will soon come for me.
Time for a reckoning of what can still be.
My journey unfolds, one last page to turn,
A revelation of sorts before we adjourn.
For those I hold dear, this truth to convey,
With love our destiny, can find its way.