evolution – 01/11/21

time honoured traditions
how I carry them on board
deep within the recesses of my memory
within my heart,
it’s sure,
warble yet for the things which I care for
damsel in distress I am not
because I am in control.

smilingly and coyly, I take in the scene
what is before me
oh, how I love to dream,
appreciating what is mine and what will be yours
knowing that happiness is the source of all these things

enlightenment comes in many forms,
which form is yours?
where is the charm in knowing which will highest, soar,
with the moment, with the memories of what has
come to past,
what I need is the love, the love to continue, right,
to last…

with a grip of death-like stability
I reach onto the relaxing scene
for my mind allows me to be there,
know there,
understand there is something
which is as lustrous and glimmering
as mermaid hair,

and carry on until the ending
for it will never be reached
because I am constantly evolving,
I have made sure of this.
(01/11/21)

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