The Awareness

The Awareness As the days of light draw in I’m pulled back to a mythical past, and I remember a perfect moment, when time stood still and we’re a contented family. An alarm clock rang, a shift worker had to get up, do his job, a summer evening that would never return when nature and humanity were as one No one remember them now, traceless but for a box of old photos in the drawer, bones that rattle in the night; the expanse between us is unbridgeable now As the memory fades into a shadow and faces are hidden in a miasma of time, there is in the vanishing light a beacon that still shines till my journeying ends.