By Aubrey Henderson

I remember vast fields of Helenium;
Yellow, trembling, dancing with fireflies,
In the fading light of nature’s atrium,
As the storm rolled in; black clouds and thunder’s cries.
And cried my heart from my rain drenched chest,
For the loss of love which would never bloom.
Yet the sweet smile of a child does attest,
The demand of attachments to exhume.

Sentiments empty, yet lacquered in gold.
The cold winds of time erode enchantment,
And life’s wasted fancy can’t be cajoled
Into meaning when mortal joys are spent.

When mud is washed away, virtue remains,
Abiding, it dissolves temporal chains.

 

Aubrey Henderson is a poet living in Utah.

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