A Days Contemplation

Winds change
lingering on the verge
of something great.
I look at my hands
and see epochs creeping,
how did I get this way?

Listening to my
own breath
the exchange of aged atmosphere
for fresh
and wondering
wondering
how mortal life is.
How experience
sharpens the mind
and lends to us a
wisdom shared.

Special are these moments
of deep contemplation.

The memories of
bonfires and streams of golden light.
How they interact with all
casting dark shadows
onto a darker
darkness around.

It gets lost!

Yes I hear it
the inhale of a new breath
the sigh of secrets kept
and the shout of musical
Discord.

How to tell
of all the days lost notes
gathered around
singing to one another and
hoping
for just a bit of recognition:
That tidbit of renown
that is so elusive.