Transition
Listen for the voices urging us heave
quieten the whispers of they who leave.
Those memories which sear recall with care
a wound opened, too sore to bear.
Afraid to forget, moments linger still
tempting and taunting as dreams beyond will.
Nothing to trust but the beckoning haul
of voices and future yet to call.
‘Chasing Reflections’ by Rebecca Pells Fine Art
RHYMES&REASONS 