The time of forgetfulness
Oil painting
Strange beauties, witnesses to a sinking time
Forgotten relics of many moons past
Most unsettle, revealing the gaps
Melancholy and treasures in ruins confined
When the child grows tall and the elder turns to ash
The soul of the ferryman becomes but one
He who was master is now undone
Only a whisper remains for the initiate’s grasp
A flicker of wax to unveil these beings
The wavering light makes shadows dance
I compose stray shards in fleeting trance
From dark-to-light, seeking imperfect meanings