TRANSIENCE

Everything passes
so I am told.

Seasons change
flowers fade
dew melts and dwindles
waves break
love is lost
hopes dashed
horizons dimmed.

I weep
cling on
let go
keep alive,
seeking points of certainty
through song, ritual
time honoured traditions.

Is it all in the mind?
Is the choice mine?

Flowers fade,
yet beauty endures,
a conviction, a memory,
a blossoming bud with fresher hues.
Dew dances with every dawn.
Waves rise and return
 with riotous strength and song.

Love lingers in the soul,
a sorrow
a kind of misty joy.

Hopes and horizons
dally and drift,
like a distant vision
a forgotten passion
suddenly springing into action,
into new creation.

Anger too may pass
to acceptance,
forgiveness,
or  resistance.

Is anything ever lost?
Is the river lost when it merges into the sea?

How do I choose?

I mourn the loss of each passing,
yet celebrate the gift of transience.

July 2018