Born to a Solstice

A life that thrills the marble man
A life that fills the hole
Holds more value than the sculpted land
As that life becomes a goal

Experience gained through your amber eyes
Can never fool the best
For as the colours change, your eyes go blind
And memories are all you have left

You can live, but are you alive?
Is your spirit strong?
Not unless bound is your life
Between you and another, a bond.

Some memories fade, others stay
Etched into a failing spirit
But memories bring up what has gone away
Bring them back for a visit

Trails left on a summer solstice
It’s your choice to follow
But know which trail that should suffice
Lest it fades in the glow.

In the end, life rewards the waiting soul
Gives peace and removes strife
Joy not as a gift, but as a goal.
You live, but are you alive?

Cheers
Healing Poet