Redemption

Once Time deflowers the daisy of the years

and the moon brightens the nights to come,

Later Life will be stripped of wicked fears

and Death will be dressed in contrite blossoms.

Tomorrow’s Today will lie on the offing;

on the ceiling, a sea of silken stones;

at my feet, a sky of blue clouds floating

when nostalgia coats my fragile bones.

Psalms of liberty will be hummed best,

all answers will be impeccably aligned

and hours will not be hasting for rest

after lullabies run out of time.

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Image from PIXELS (“Dark Angel” by Lilia D)