THE TWELFTH HOUR – A COLLECTION

LIFE’S DREAMS

Brief moments of wind-whipped desires captured in still photography linger
to give sustenance to a weary traveler who pushes on. One asks,
“Does wondering permeate the halo of your dreams?”
Semper! Semper! Semper!
But, I am constantly washed free with the effervescence of each new day. I’m queried,
“Upon occasion is your breath caught in short shallow gasps?” Yes! Yes it is!
But only until my body speaks to me from well-groomed habits of running.
Then a peaceful calm returns, regenerating that vital force for yet another windmill.
“And does a realization seep in that windmills are only windmills?” comes the question.
Never! Never! Never!
I accept the challenge of life’s adventure and give my all to the Quest.
There is no other way.
Life provides that shining moment of coincidence, giving my “me” to me in that holy grail of self.
I bathe in an eternal well of happiness.

DRAGONS

There is a manifold season of Dragons out there.
Must I continue to read The Psalms?
Is contrite supplication my only alternative?
The never-ending bridge to self is long indeed.

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