The Constant

By: Abe Sierra Jr.

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Locked Away

Deep In A Treasure Chest

 

All These Faded Photographs

Images Of Summer Sunrises

Along With Paintings And Portraits

Of Moonlit Winter Nights

 

Sealed And Concealed

Like Sacred Ancient Artifacts

 

Buried And Unmarked

 

An Act Of My Own Doing

Done To Spare Them From Any Further Damage

 

Boxed Away

In The Deepest Compartment Of My Heart

Buried In My Chest

Are These Recollections

 

Memoirs

 

Of

Sun And Moon

Of

Warmth And Chill

Of

Autumn And Spring

Of

Summer And Winter

 

Though They're Now A Bit Blurred And Damaged

They Still Serve As A Souvenir

 

A Notice

 

Reminding Me

That Throughout The Changing

Of Times And Seasons

Beauty Remains The Only Constant

 

 

But Only When I Choose To Look At It