Crucible

The glance in the review mirror
no longer blinds vision
those hindsight hills are no longer a nemesis
they fade, the dust settles
my stone heart breaks into fragments,
fragments turn to gold
in the failing light
the resurrection of starlight shines.

Muted

my senses are slowly muted by the heat
movements decrease, mind images brighten
senses move like wind through the shaded leaves
familiar scents, reawakening a smile,
thoughts trace back to a source
happier colours, warmth.