This was written last month, shortly after I returned for a walk down to the shore of the estuary. I struggle sometimes but continue to take walks if I can.The sun was setting casting a golden glow over the still river. I thought about the beauty of it all and pondered my own mortality. When I got home I sat reading and needed reference a word when I came across the obscure word - abecedarian. I then thought about my walk and the beauty of the experience, so decided to have a go. It only took me an hour. Below is the result, I hope you can relate to it.
The edge of a journey.
(An abecedarian allegory)
A man walks down to his river
Beckoning is a crystal sun
Covering his eyes from the shimmer
Doubting the battle he’s won.
Evening is dying before him
Forever, or just for now?
Gone are the days that the idyll
Harnessed the far away glow.
In truth he searches for answers,
Joining, eternally the throng
Kindred that will never leave him
Latches and drives love along.
Mighty is times sweet calling
Night is blending with day
Open are the gates of a dawning
Paths of light glitter a way
Quiet now are the river's partners
Receiving all that is night.
Silence and dark will not be forever.
Truth binds man always with light.
Under the blanket of adventure
Voids in the cosmos he fights.
When will all that he has known
EXude the essence of might?
Yielding to the thoughts that guide him,
Zealots then fight hard for his soul.