A lump of tears jerks itself into my throat, and I do not want to
let my eyes partake of it’s salted despair.
Wiping my mind with the tissue of my soul, carefully, gently, so
as not to tear what I know I cannot hold.
So insidiously feeling turmoil go through me like an ocean in a
severe storm.
Holding on to whatever fragments of strength and courage I have
left, I ride swelling waves of desperation, hoping to drown feelings
growing still inside me.
In doing so, we forget our spirits need nurturing also, and outside forces stress us in terms we’d prefer to ignore or delete.In the end we are no closer to finding what we desire, and we learn to content ourselves with what we have.
Beauty abounding, finding thoughts dancing lightly between every word and pulling them rhythmically – altogether in alignment with heavenly scents from above.Swinging and swaying in time with musical frustration as it continues to swerve right into depths of enlightened amusement.Being judged sololy on innate talent, collating all of life into moments expected to be remembered…
Incorporating feelings with senses, bringing everything together, there is a lone Italian woman enjoying a concert with intensity and bringing her own light into the center stage of life.A tear sitting in her blue eyes, awaiting her time to enter horizons beyond what she can fathom in the here and now.
now having and takingthe time to completethem in senior days ofblissful idleness.
Insinuating itself at last in annals of time and space.
taking me into it’s folds of hard white crystals,causing my teeth to chatter and body to shiver.Staying here still, not wanting to go insidejust yet.Looking to see the storm building into a formidableenemy of nature and man-made ingenuity, vowing toexterminate everything in its’ way.
