Softly chanted incantations in candle lit darkness,
Your compassionate gaze fills our hearts,
Time ticks another round, scribbling another score,
Fond memories arise of love songs we’ve lived,
Whilst the dogs of unsung songs bay our hearts.
Sweet incense swirls, upward and fleeting,
What others’ pleasing stories have our lives told,
What dreams fell by the wayside, too frail to survive,
Paths we take, were led to, followed dutifully,
Innocent anecdotes of mortal games.
Our candles burn slowly down and down,
Unfolding distortions of dream-time myths,
Your timeless wisdom calls us home,
Are we the light in the darkness,
The eternal in the fleeting.
© David R. Durham
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