The time of the forgotten
Oil painting
Strange beauties, witnesses to a sinking time
Forgotten relics of many moons past
Most unsettling, revealing the gaps
Melancholy and treasures in ruins confined
When the child grows and the elder turns to ashes
The soul walker becomes but one
He who was master is now undone
Only a whisper remains for the initiate’s grasp
The flicker of a candle to unveil these beings
The wavering light makes shadows dance
I compose fragments that wander
From dark-to-light, seeking imperfect meanings