24"x30" charcoal & acrylic on canvas
The Visitation
Art & Words by Charles Kish
Time seems to visits,
more often than before,
its looming shadow,
insistent on keeping score.
It’s futile to bury,
to avoid its sync in me.
May as well embrace,
its presence of company.
I turn to the familiar,
to dwell in tomorrows ideal,
to excuse today’s common,
for those future dreams surreal.
Where skill flows as a river,
And every spark wise,
played out deep in mind,
kept alive with starry eyes.
But each passing year,
the paragon grows distant,
as aspirations fragment,
until no longer reminiscent.
Seeds tilled in infant,
without their day in the sun,
ground back in the land,
for the great harvest to come.
New passions fuel enthusiasm,
possibilities with no end.
Found destiny brought to light.
Flourished dreams transcend.
You meld with ease,
that first kiss with a soul mate.
To take full occupancy,
anticipation that can’t wait.
Sure does the day arrive,
when strides of the tyro halt.
walls rise to make aware,
the inexperience of our fault.
crowds of footprints,
lay deep below our own.
The judgmental cynic makes,
this feel anywhere but home.
.
It triggers the cycle,
To cut off premature at knees.
Never can we reach,
When we always shift with the breeze.
But the shadow reminds,
to stay our chosen course,
less master of none,
is what we choose to indorse.
All has its window,
when to pick our soughed plot,
to put forth when ripe,
before its day comes to rot.
To marry envisioned,
with the common still today.
Before stars realign,
and inspiration slips away.
Those passions alive,
time helps us narrow,
broad and free our cast,
with perspective we swallow.
To embrace our deficient,
never honed as foreseen,
we must mix in the balance,
to play its part in the mean.
May I embrace in earnest,
what time may lend ahead,
and give it the respect due,
of its salient wisdom shed.
May our walk together,
shine light on what we savor.
As we end our day empty,
and leave nothing for later.