It was about a quarter of 10 on one of those nights when I was quiet, solemnly calm. The calm was so on that you wondered if everything had stopped and you and your thoughts were the only thing left in the universe.
Largely involved in that moment, we percolated our thoughts to slip beside the night’s intent.
Free from those that bore regulation, we again coalesce to our moment.
Where are we now?
Grief stalked us separately, I hear. Loss and tragedy sought us out and worked its ways;I being that is the right word, through us.
Going on in time
Seasons come and go but we go on forever in desire.
August Moon Merritt BC, Sturgeon moon 🌝
Kevin Griffiths
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