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Some Thoughts At The End Of The Year
Scharlie Meeuws |
To purify a life and how to beat
the immense powers that invade and own?
Can I retreat into the mighty dawn
of unstained feelings I had as a child,
when mornings still felt fresh
and dew pealed from the grip of night
and gave delight to ever curious eyes?
Blow of the wind, rise of the sun
meant joy. Each constant shadow play
of clouds enshrouded truth. Was it a toy,
life's fickleness, that angels threw around
when they escaped the heavens for a while?
Do they beguile with everything we touch,
by changing shapes, and mocking us at will?
All that we love so much never keeps still.
It comes and goes, as light and shadow grow
and fall with days and years. The child has left
long time ago. Lost time is mourned, when growing fears
leave us bereft. When purity became opaque,
losing its shine like ancient glass,it feels benign.
Drink the old wine, my heart, calm down, resign,
remember joyfully the child that was.
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