Time in dreams darkens now
A veil falls over, stillness hushes the house.
Curtains close, lights turn on, fires lit.
Candles put in holders.
The wet, the wind, the cold.
Courage that it changes, like it did before.
Not long now, not far away before the solstice brings relief.
Turn inwards, and gently rock
and float on late autumns’ rivers
and let them take us, where they flow.
We did it before and we can do it again.
If you let your mind remember
that evolution and eternity are not done with us yet.
They are preparing for the sequel.
Shorter than me 
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