Distant Echoes

From such a faraway place
comes this distant voice within,
where time does not limit
once volcanic energy,
now at transient rest.

Yet so far away,
this voice hovers,
holding course above
the manifestations now like
sedimentary remnants.

Cooled by repeated tears,
one's unresolved eruptions.

High above flames of energy's core,
we wait to hear.

Our eyes weep memories.

Droplets fall
invading the buried stratum
others condense into damp updrafts,
giving passion's latent storms space to prepare.

Such might be today's citations,

a lesser faraway place
where interim makes known
its timbre of distant vibrations,
flames of consciousness rise,
melt layers needed to release
the chorus of syllabic tone
chosen to embrace the voice
transforming the communication of choice.

Splatterings,
tympani clangors,
scribbles,
lateral,
vertical,
round,
straight,
all the swaths of suspension.

Voices settle,
whisper their once molten message
as a breeze for awakening,
gently resonating the hieroglyphs of vision.

Abstracts seek resolve
into a template,
a form,
an encasement protecting discernment,
tidings,
cautious venturing into one's private pantology.

Eventually...

Cooling of roiled expansion
binds into layers of cognizance,
scribbles modulates into symbols,
eventuating coherent wonder,
transforming dissonance into melody,
still complex,
yet soft to the ear,
eye,
touch,
consciousness.

Finally…

Voices of artistry,
distilled into listening
vie to be heard
rather than feared.

And so…

The creative duet
becomes maker and repository,
enjoined in a one-voice echo
gathering other tone colors
along the way,
enriching the chorus
surrounding infinity's aria.

Always in concert,
the unfinished opus of time,
the multi-voice canvas of black
bound by borderless dream-colors
forever transports its passengers
through the endless creative expressions,

always known,
but needing recall.

Such is that distant echo
realized simply as
one’s eureka moment...

The quintessential ah hah

accompanying one’s last breath.