It was on the lonesome walks of my yesterdays
…..That absolute reckoning blazed ‘cross my eyes
……….So near to the RIVER of CIRCUMSTANCES
……………That i tiptoed & found refuge under clear blue skies.
I measured ‘TIME’ by the trees & their seemingly timeless trunks
…..Counting all of their rings
……….The ‘IMPRESSIONS’ made in the bark of this day
……………Has proven that ‘TIME’ does, indeed, have wings.
Yet, it was on the lonesome walks of my yesterdays
…..Where ‘REALITY’ had awakened my very being
……….And in so doing, almost magically
…………… I could NOT BELIEVE what i was actually seeing.
The RIVER of CIRCUMSTANCES was ever rising
…..Over it’s ‘banks’ flooding everywhere under ‘forlorn’ skies
……….No refuge could be found upon this day
……………As ‘TIME’ was saying – it’s final goodbyes.
By, Theodora Onken
June 27, 2016
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