An echo of a memory through cracks in reality slips The faint glimmer of a long-lost dream with crumbling vestiges of illusion scratching rotten edges in its wake A power with feet of clay precariously swinging on recalcitrant dogmas pertaining a past with unraveled seams and bitter stains claimed in the sleepless nights of ignorance pretending to be Sovereign. When the New rebels the Old turns to dust All becomes None Leaves caught in the wrath of a storm All attachments gone Stone reliefs eroded under merciless waters, Truths sublimed into gibberish, testaments of the inevitability of decay Relics of a bygone Being trapped in a cage of trinkets and Quests A palisade of feathers shield the sandcastle of dreams, The phantom scent of a lost love sneaks into the embers of a cleansing flame pulverizing skeletons eating away at all that is old, all that is pain. leaving just a lingering taste Bells of innocence glowing in the tarnished golden of cherished moments Unearth the distant echo of a long-forgotten song The silent whisper of a promise Bears all its fruits again The echo of a memory tarried in the air, A faint scent of perfume savoring itself The ivory opened shell exposing its pearl Tingling laughter traveling through veins The buzz of aliveness calling my name The echo of a memory no longer IS What IS shall not be denied It has taken wings The Echo might ring… and ring touching those surfaces Veiling the I, the ME, Whose time has come to fly FREE
Mercedes Calcano July 1st 2023
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