2. Sifting Through the Chaff

... the sun comes up one  morning 

Sifting Through the Chaff

Looking at all the changes

Searching through the rubble

for the scattered traces

of how far we’ve come

Dare not slip or slide

a single step backwards ;

sometimes what’s gone

needs to be left far behind
The past is a slippery slope ...

There is a delicate sense of balance

that remains vividly renewed .

Better days have been dawning

all around one sole heart

All heart’s ache have known

a life once too misunderstood

Treading water ... patiently waiting 

while running out of time waiting in the wings ~

Sifting through the grain and chaff ,

throwing caution to the wind

Let the dust and ashes vanish

The smoke and smoldering embers

fly away free, like chaff in the tempest breeze ;

vague memories of burning bridges

are nothing more than memories ~

A broken dream tuned into aching debris

Time never keeps ...

The last stroke of midnight ends

even living each day like it’s the last

Weighing thoughts and measuring words

just ruminates what’s past 

When a shining light flickers ,

the sun comes up one  morning

and in the blink of an eye it all dawns on you ~

only love will mend a fragile heart … 

Harlon Rivers...January 25th, 2013

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