Always Now

Night’s comforting dark surrounds
draws me into tides of joy.

No matter how grand its sweep of hands
time does not reveal all.

Separation creates longing
(behind closed eyes)
silent images pass by
and soon showers, cascade
Free-falling from a rain of light
seep into my being to
wash me clean of woes.

I understand its language
(this soothing phenomena)
present, complete.
Time is always, now.

~*~

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