The Ultimate Reward
poem
poem
In the quiet corners of reverie, solace emerges,
and hands that have weathered time’s touch,
are etched with tales of bygone seasons,
while aged memories bear the imprints of childhood traumas.
Sad reflections imprint the solemn canvas of the mind,
intertwining threads of destiny.
I glimpse the child I once was,
recalling a life never lived,
ensnared by the allure of night’s unfolding.
No markers immortalize this passage,
no mere memories stripped from restless nights.
A hush hangs in the frozen darkness,
delicate, unwilling to bear the weight of words,
lingering briefly before dissipating
beneath the tender caress of early light.
Moments frozen in time,
the embrace of the summer sun
and a loving mother’s gentle touch,
each now transformed into melting crystals
that twinkle in the waning moonlight.
The silkiness of tranquillity
and the cloak of quietude
welcome this weary traveller
as his journey ends.
The narrative draws to a close.
Rest is his ultimate reward.