A ledge of shale
Formed by sand
Hold a million memories.
Those at the bottom,
Compressed into a single page
Are blurred without meaning.
The baptism by fire is gone,
And the rushing river is only a stream
Rolling forever onward.
And wasn’t it just yesterday
That the child looked in awe
At a world askew without hands
To hold her from the brink
With thoughts and dreams stuck inside,
A brain just learning how to be human?
Now those night terrors are gone,
Given up with the passing of time.
Or are they only waiting for the final hours
When a Beatrice of my own
In male form leads me up the mountain?
Will I be allowed to follow him,
Or is it all a ruse where only atoms
End up floating in a silent void?
The human form
Still unable to distinguish
Truth from reality.
But the essence is still there…
We are all star stuff, Either puffed out of a black hole And created in his image,
Or born to be forever asking
Until we let it go
And find another reality waiting,
Behind the door
Where memories of the past
Are nothing more than lessons to be learned…
Before the next step can be taken
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