In the prisms of our lives
Flutter the faces of our familiars -
Maid, maiden, crone,
Lad, warrior, and denizen alike
Visit the white, hot surfaces of our memories,
And arise at different aspects to the sun.
Happiness may turn to folly;
Fantastical illusions may refract into reality.
In the midst of all, one may find
Friendship, love, clarity, purpose,
The twist of disillusionment
Turned to a newly discovered joy.
Life promises us scarlet passions,
Azure reflections,
And striking cobalt steadfastness.
The tenderness of our zeals
Fueled by the reflections of our minds
Will give way to the steadiness of time -
Time for the stars,
Time for the spirit,
Time for quiet, steady love to grow
Bringing the spectrum of peace
To mind, body, and soul
As renewed hope enters each new door,
Each new day,
Each new phase
In the prisms of our lives.
From Ill Will
written by Anne Hutcheson
Only joy from the Diva,
Anne
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