Glimpses of Lucidity

It starts when time itself grieves,
A glimpse of lucidity appears,
A fleeting light that dries my tears.

Whispers truth, like autumn leaves,
In the depths of forgotten days,
How my reality softly sways.

Fragments of memory are found,
The heart, burdened, whispers rue,
For what was lost, I now construe.

A bittersweet, nostalgic sound,
My actions, deeds, like faded dreams,
Aging eyes, heart's conscience screams.

As time unveils its bittersweet lies,
A symphony of regrets unfurls,
Leaving remnants of a weary world.

As truths, like waves, my mind flies,
A trepidation shrouds this soul,
When recognition takes its toll.

The bitter truth, with tender grace,
For in my frailty, beauty's spun,
A testament to all that I've done.

In these moments I've lost to space,
For within My sorrow's scope,
Love's eternal flame may still elope.