A Tale I Once Believed to Be True... something I wrote in 2010

http://voices.yahoo.com/a-tale-once-believed-true-5722352.html?cat=10


A Tale I Once Believed to Be True
Perhaps I Still Do



Aurora


Do you remember the aurora, the blinding white light?
Do you remember the time? It was eight twenty pm at night.



I remember the day, I remember the time.
Did you ever wonder of that night lost now in the distant past of long ago time?



Sometimes I wonder if you ever really understood the shield that encircled as others fled.
A mystery it was, but never I expect will this one be told, as lost are the words that could have been said.



A night lost in the twilight of many years past.
This light, why a shadow did on my life cast?



Understanding, compassion, and depth of life given, yet mislaid-
Knowing in the heart that to seek to encourage another it is for why this life we wade.



The aurora it was so bright that night.
The shield steady and strong, yet how the darkness blinded that light.



A mystery it was, a mystery it will remain.
To remember that time, what is there to gain?



Was ever the one who compassed the shield ever truly a child of light?
The night it came so swiftly, yet it came in the middle of the day, the soul once compassed by a blinding aurora has taken flight.



Time will tell if this soul truly ever understood the one who gives the light so much brighter than the aurora from which many fled that night.
Time and distance, deaths, and life, have long since stilled the voices who once spoke of this light.


 
Yet the truth remains, there was once a mystery so strange.
Truth always much stranger than fiction, many times takes cover on some distant range-



Life has passed away now; the sea holds the ashes of one soul for which many did pray.
Have those prayers been yet in vain? Prayers all said, now there are no words left to say.




Life it is fickle, time it is said to heal.
Yet time brings memories that for many seem unreal.



A blinding light-
Is it true, there was so much light that many fled in fright?



Who remembers the "Aurora" that night long ago?
It was at precisely eight twenty pm, or was it eight twenty-two? Who really does know?



The light I remember, yet how I cannot tell.
Perhaps another one day will for you reveal the tale I've reported from my cell...