Hesitant to speak, afraid I may not hear your voice again on earth, I dwell at times on life without you.
It produces a profound darkness deep within my soul.
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Clouds, ebony-colored, coming into sight, quickly
Wind blowing ever stronger, pushing them faster withevery breath.Gasping at the speed, complaining loudly with thunderousvoices and white lightening – striking back to no avail,as the wind blows ever stronger.Watching this battle being fought from a front row seat,enjoying the spectacle immensely.
Being deprived of the necessities of life, placing barren requests in front of others.
There are no qualities to be found in everyday life, nothing has value today.Lost in ever-increasing piles of clay, civilization is mired in lost pieces of hardened ceramic hearts.Oblivious to mournful cries of destiny, people tread ever – onward, attempting to fulfill what their thoughts of living are becoming.Mindless of another’s place in destiny –…
Words sound far away as I sit and contemplate my place in this world of indecisive attitudes.
Enjoying the differences immensely, I sit alone and feel their beauty always holding closely within.
Taking off from airstrips in my mind, soaring with eagles, never landing, wanting only to be above in memories of flight.
Ascending to heaven’s edges, where I grasp and hold onto them forever in poetry.
Watching elderly dancers smiling, stepping in time with one another, growing younger with every song being sung and played.
Quiet joy and happiness at seeing them made my heart overflow with emotion and love to see them caring about one another.A simpler time before the melt down of their love for one another came to be.A child’s joy kept stored inside – a treasure to be remembered in trials of beginning life.
Patterns of light shadowing walkways, leading
No longer dedicated to taking back seats, instead,moving forward and speaking from shadows of innersorrow and remorse.Life fans across many aspects and forms, beginningand ending in the arms of love.Preparing ways, gently prodding sorrows of death outinto the open.