Time
Stood still again
Caught transcending behind
A cross wind, streaming
Ebbing, forging memories
Caring not about anything
And yet everything
Suspended, cradled in a
Wisdom not always believed
Or understood, its reason
For being was enough
Savouring only that which
Could be attainable
Slipping away from
Darkness into a light
Brimming in innocence
Glowing with confidence
Discerning morals elevating
Compassion's will
A mind pendulum
Finding its balance.
Edwin James
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