Sanctuary
~
Only the sanctuary of time
allows us to believe in the reality of our existence
for without this enveloping breath of creation
we would simply suffocate
in the blank vacuum of non-existence
The living are outnumbered by the vastness of death’s erosion
and so, in time
there shall be nothing but death
where only the echo of birdsong remains
and in its spectral solitude it shall mourn humanity and wait
Even though, with the abundance of chaos surrounding all and everything
there is a rationale percolating below the skin of life
where the next shadow of reality
is waiting to echo in whispers of beauty
that once-more melody, the sanctuary of time
The death which lands upon us all
is not so much a thing to be feared
but more of a thing to believe in
for change is simply
a new page of poetry
where, in the stillness
between light and dark
between sunshine and cloud
between wind and shadow
there is a silence, a solitude, a hope
waiting to be loved.
