This the golden hour
In advance of sun’s eclipse
I am with you
Hand in hand
Follow every laboured breath
A life of laughter, love and kindness shared
With wordless gaze and poignant smile
A tear
A sigh
A tightened grasp
Then return to fitful rest
A slumber which will last the night
But I’ll be here when you awake
In golden hour
Your hand I’ll take
Until at last
Your sun may set
It is impossible
To be objective
About an experience
I haven’t had
Though patience
And softness
Cannot resolve
Every problem
The peace flowing
From their practice
Bears a reward
Of its own
As I watch
The sun set
Upon the stone
The river cut
To understand this
Is to master life
To master life
One must master death
Rise
Though I see
Not so very far ahead
I take the road
Into the valley maze
And trust myself
To find the way
No need for
Destination
No need
To have a plan
Not yet
But scan
Horizons
For potential
For places I’d like
To get
Overwhelmed
As they are
By the inexplicable
So I settle in
Allow the divine
To speak for itself
No matter how many times
I look into myself
Listen to my spirit
I find someone new
I remind myself
These are all
Acts of creation
Rather than discovery
Let nature speak
The last act
Of a once reticent sun
This vibrant glimmer
This display of possibility
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