Veil of Years
She emerges from the indigo hush,
a map of lived centuries etched in ochre and gold—
furrows deep as riverbeds carved by time's patient hand,
eyes dark wells holding stories no tongue could fully tell. The veil falls soft as twilight sky,
framing a face that has borne suns and sorrows alike,
lips parted in the hush of knowing,
silver strands curling like quiet rivers of memory. In this gaze, empires have risen and faded,
children laughed and left, seasons turned without apology—
yet here she sits, unbowed, radiant in her quiet endurance,
a living icon of grace carved from earth's own clay.
Port Macquarie NSW