Forgotten Time Remembered


Horizons of tenuous time
linger amidst the stench and flames
of battles lost,
still allowing space for those yet to be forged.

How colorless the smoke,
the airless smothering of what once was,
where residue of billowing dust
and wilting spirits now smolder as memory.

Echoing forward from history’s porous walls
the inner self remains infected with crustaceous evil
waiting to catch the waiting flame.. again.

Horizons of time remembered
continues to ask we reckon with nature's insistence,
hearken to light,
sound,
sight,
touch,
taste
and mind.

But…

Such horizons are quickly vanishing from consciousness,
ignorance and greed prevailing,
and just as the fragrance of a roadside flower
has lost its essence once again,
all of nature knows that until honor’s integrity,
has trampled the weeds of hate and greed,
and surges forth to support purveyors of truth,
all of yesterday’s time remembered,
history’s lessons once easily accessible,
may be eternally forgotten.