Acceptance

From youth to agedness, the perversity of what is life. And from age, to look back to youth is a rather poignant thing. And to the images of the moments and their outcomes. In another kind of love, a spark explodes, fiery eyes and a reason for being at this point. Time seems to come together, there is no past and there is no now, that isn't of the past, life is one, and the light fuses with the dark. Memories have exploded their way into the present time, it is all embracing of all of the living time. And neon lighting electrical dream, has its truth to tell, and still and quiet as a museum the moment stands on its own, and the evening falls to dark, and there is the memory of the day, and the thought of the bright tomorrow. And within another kind of love, love itself enquires within, movement continues to live, it will live, it must continue on its way. There is the will to be free and it will be accepted as freedom. And winter days are warm now, tradition seems to have disappeared and be gone. Time and the world and it ages have colluded to a new acceptance, to a new now. Books are dead and have passed to their rightful time, only music and art are alive in the gallery of today. And there was a thinking girl, and we smiled, I wouldn't have believed that she could've been, but she exploded in a moment of my comfort. Today there is peace in the sky, and it reaches to earth and it seeks acceptance, and I, well I, accept.