
Riding memories
on salted ocean air
thick with loves
and pains of a
preternatural past,
the temporal space
is filled with
monsters and men,
perfumed nights,
sun-kissed cheeks,
and tired red eyes
hidden beneath
borrowed shade
as I move
through it.
With aching legs
and a soaring heart,
the prophecy
of pivotal change
moves with me
through humidity
and time,
proving itself right
despite jealous visions
and skeptical longings:
change happened
because I willed it,
accepted it,
embraced it,
nurtured it,
and because
it was time.
Here and now
the ghosts
of these nights
remain mournfully
hopeful sentinels
as I return
to remember,
and shall return
until the day
they are no longer
shadows of lives lost,
rather visions
of life gained –
the champions
of here and now
fighting for meaning
and honor
in a place filled
with senseless pain
and profound beauty,
eternally armed
with just enough fight
and more than
enough love
to get by.
Renee Novosel
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