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December 2008 
the Change
Posted on Dec 16th, 2008
by 
jeepdog
jeepdog
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I walked this place,
where I had tread before,
depth of vision brought,
by remembrance's trace,
blanketing a version of truth,
just as the first snow,
a thin veil of deceit's replace.
Tarnished this place is!
My memories are gone!
The snow melts in the heat of my ire,
for who steals this place,
as I remembered it before?
Aye, the thief of time robbed my desire,
obliterating all that I knew,
leaving my feelings shallow and empty,
my mind's eye put out to retire.
How dare it change?!?
My memories usurped!
At first the tears thickly welled,
longing for thirteen long years past,
desiring a return to a distant then,
imposible though for change is compelled.
I moved on and so did this place,
and it is a selfish desire to thus imprison,
locking it in time and hence in reality jailed.
Nothing is permanent.
It is my mind which is locked!
Calm sanity of recognition slowly returned and retained,
a blinding realization of of timeless Truth,
that time is not burned in place forever,
and such on my mind's retina so contained.
I begin to see All anew,
a combination of then and now,
blessed balance through acceptance of change regained.
My memories are safe and growing each day,
for nothing lasts forever,
except for the Change.
.
I walked this place,
where I had tread before,
depth of vision brought,
by remembrance's trace,
blanketing a version of truth,
just as the first snow,
a thin veil of deceit's replace.
Tarnished this place is!
My memories are gone!
The snow melts in the heat of my ire,
for who steals this place,
as I remembered it before?
Aye, the thief of time robbed my desire,
obliterating all that I knew,
leaving my feelings shallow and empty,
my mind's eye put out to retire.
How dare it change?!?
My memories usurped!
At first the tears thickly welled,
longing for thirteen long years past,
desiring a return to a distant then,
imposible though for change is compelled.
I moved on and so did this place,
and it is a selfish desire to thus imprison,
locking it in time and hence in reality jailed.
Nothing is permanent.
It is my mind which is locked!
Calm sanity of recognition slowly returned and retained,
a blinding realization of of timeless Truth,
that time is not burned in place forever,
and such on my mind's retina so contained.
I begin to see All anew,
a combination of then and now,
blessed balance through acceptance of change regained.
My memories are safe and growing each day,
for nothing lasts forever,
except for the Change.
.
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blessed epiphany!
indeed and a lovely poem to boot.
how perfect.
thank you for sharing this with us, new friend!
This is my favorite of your works so far. Great work and wonderful, terrific words.
I am delighted that you can share in my observations.
Your feedback means more than you could realize.
Nice one…
Just meandered by to say Hi and soak up a bit of vision.
Now I’ve done both.
Blessings, David