It was the old time that we vaguely remember.

We’ve moved on from those days so long ago.

In a quick remembrance,
we’re transported there again,
and realize the inspiration,
the happenings of the day,
shared with us.

Evolution is the melding of two distinct styles,
expressed as something better.

The old, main stays,
argue against the clash of dissonance,
but the open hearted hear the gift being shared.

There are anomalies though.
Those rarest of sparks,
that have the gift of transmigration,
and appear when you most need them.

They grant us hope,
in a place so tragic.

All to uplift the world as a whole.

Learning from the two sides,
being witness to the influence,
that each has on one another,
we are gifted,
resolution.