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Wednesday, December 9, 2015
September 26th , 2015 ... The final dawn
if love could have saved you …
you would have lived forever ...
September 26th ... The final dawn
The final dawn paused in a fog of bewildering heartache Oh… there has been the befallen malign the passing of love bestows in other life altering moments Unforgettable seasons change without warning The circle game turning and turning … around and around; a seemingly indifferent world just redundantly spinning on without notice, leaving only the memories of an unfaltering connectedness stirring the soul’s marrow
All pale in compare to the benumbing ache the epic magnitude a final breath bequeaths ... A lonely unanticipated silence beyond conscious thought The only understood breadth of this heart of hearts was never mine to keep, unconditionally given as if fated to steal away unbounded, over and beyond highest mountain top; leaving behind an unmitigated light that will never go out the spirit of a loving true friend, transmuting, as if unleashed wild feathers uplifted in the Autumn wind
There remains a burgeoning, unfillable void of indelible love; the dried salted stains beneath swollen tear soaked, sleepless eyes ,.. unconsciously clenched closed in an exhaled breath of merciful surrender, a sigh too deep for words, soul grasping for the fading vestige the final moment life reveals
A silent dusting blankets the golden autumn hued hillsides Snowflakes white spangled carpet envelops the evanescent traces where a momentous shared joy once thrived in the ebb and flow of waning summertide
The final dawn bequest an inextinguishable darkness A haunting silence overwhelms like the relentless impending loneliness flooding the heartbreaking reality, knowing nothing can stem the chilling wintertide culminating an unstoppable concluding dawn …
