The mist shivers over the glassy water,
Isolated memories painted in each droplet;
Tiny snapshots of a full and nearly distant life.
The moments surrounded, consumed, engulfed,
Dripping with suspense and un-shattered silence,
Too still to touch.
Even so, the air clicked,
Ringing with the camera's echo long past,
Reaching out to grab me with the hands of a clock.
Above the geese shout,
In ecstasy or grief,
Ever tracing a path they're bound never to see.
An ambiguous arrow in the chilled autumn air,
Points south for redemption,
South to troubles,
South to struggles,
A strength grown in the tears.
Elsewhere is---
Anywhere is---
Nowhere is better than here.
Stare down through the crystals,
Move forward in time,
Memories may sparkle,
In darkness they shine;
With light's sweet approach,
They'll soon fade to behind.
Next to the fears,
The sadness,
The years,
The past's welcome escape,
All trickle's away,
In the present's delight.
In dawn's open hand I stand by the lake,
The geese overhead fly on without fail,
I traveled the past,
The pain and pride line memory's long trail,
Leaving not but the face in the glass,
Brimming with fate's grace.
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