Eclectic remnants of life in wake,
of all the clinging thoughts I sate,
give solace to uncertain futures,
floating in the ether of in-conclusion,
as present fed with thoughts anew,
gives rise to memories I’ve yet pursued,
to keep this cluttered mind attune,
to what they call reality.
Yet often in this mass of thoughts,
confusion sculpts a new resort,
and full I’ll be from yesterdays,
when disconnected to the present day,
and swirling pieces of aftermaths,
broken hearts and fallen stars,
I’ll take a breath and absorb in part,
the roads I should have buried.
In reason of all this glaring waste,
I must admit to a cleansing state,
where refuse cast aside to rid
myself of all the negative,
and uplift the joy and halcyon days
that keep my mind in broad arrays
of everything affirming,
the way I wish to live.
For although the mind in volume speaks,
tis only the words that help to keep us whole,
that echo when we need to be reminded,
of life’s opportunity and grace,
in allowing all these sentient states,
to learn and aspire to greater heights,
through the passage of learned right,
and all the dreams sought, come true.
So in the quiet moments of solitude,
I cleans those thoughts and remnants too,
to keep my mind in positive flight,
and disallow a shadow plight,
reaffirming my hearts belief
and nurturing my soul
in love’s sweet keep,
to support the truths of my life.
Tony DeLorger © 2018