A slant of light~ the momentary scent of wildflower carried on the breeze~ a twist of silk & linen~ a drift of melody buried under static~ These are the things that can transport back to moments passed.
Seemingly unimportant senses awakened in the core of the soul~ known in an instant to unutterably alter one's course~ compelled forward~ a minor acquiescence of deep-seated routes to set adrift dreams never to be ripened nor released.
Every now & then a little light peels away in the darkness & shadows return for a time. Dampened dreams released into a torment of regret~ a knowledge of truth without closure, confidence with continued pain~
Poignant remnants of angst give way to acceptance of peace that is yet to be.
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