As the twilight of my life fades and I move closer to that rising tide lifting me toward a new joy; I find that it is tempered only by those who are left wondering about, distracted by irrelevancies; Further back where the sweet smell of youthful spring is still potent and alive.
How to wake them from slumber?
To call out their beauty so they can dream their dreams fully awake and without disgrace.
Beautiful secrets unnoticed.
Opening to the gentle caress and whisperings found in sought out silences.
This is where truth and majesty humble the listener.
HE watches as angels at the center of galaxies twirl them in a dance across time.
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