6PM -- an ephemeral hour
No more or less than all others
Yet an orphic presence exists at this time
To me, at the least, but I feel
As if I was closest then to understanding
Than any midnight spent contemplating
For in my belief true knowledge is not to explain
Despite countless scientific discoveries and philosophical debates
But to feel in your mind and heart
And to trust in what we call home
We aim not to explain this
Not to prove it
But to conclude it
And allow others to feel in their mind and heart
So they can understand too
It is a feeling unique to us all
And yet it is quite the same
Ineffable, truly
The enigma of existence
The curiosity that binds us
Or does it set us free?
I ruminate while I wander
And wonder through the sunlight
Dappled light -- the Japanese call it "komorebi"
But all I know is what I see
And feel in my mind and heart
That despite day's end this is merely the start
Of something beyond
Just the shadow of a concept
And for a quiescent creature like me
I find solace in sunset
When all is quiet in the world
And people return to home
While nature whispers its life to us
But if we cannot feel the sunlight through the leaves
Will we ever hear?
There will be plenty more 6PMs after this one and the next
Until the day we die
But it is only until the day we die
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Silent Memories
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose circling ideas of friendship, memories, nature, love, and any random thoughts I have <3 (If you want to comment or ask about my inspiration or a poem's meaning, feel free! I'd very much appreciate feedback or your op...
