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Jumping for joy, skipping down rows of gardens, happy as a lark in spring.
Thoughtful rendezvous, becoming a new episode in a difficult life.Thumbing melodies absently on the piano, thinking in notes, seeing their pictures being arranged by intellect.Harmony gathering it’s skirts and waltzing into the mix, helping to culminate another etude in a poetical musician’s mind.
Mysteriously wondering on another dimension,
of exceptional curiosity.Lengthening moments, wrapping novel vocabularyinto words of emotional feelings, touchingstrands wavering around in a heart.Striving to become a novel in it’s own time,writing of the world, being held closely to anindividual soul.
Transcending hopeless features set in place since childhood, brings about a loneliness because no one else can understand where you’ve come from.
Lost horizons carrying souls lost upon earth’s shores, being left yet alone, emptier than previously known.
Collapsing seriously on sides of out-of-the way roads,
Forgetting absolutely on purpose, so memories can’t overtake or passknowledge of interior intellect.
Rippled water touching my imagination with proliferation,
be filled.Silence beckons thoughtful stances, becoming major worksof art through literature.Watching reflections wave back and forth in rhythm, withwind blowing across faces of this earth.Wordlessly carrying breaths of fresh air wherever it goes,freedom of being is it’s fare in life.Wandering rhythmically with sounds, foreign and domestic,drawing in a universe and space of people.
Standing in the garden of my grave,
Wanting a reprieve from all the sadnessenveloping me in a whiteness of silence.Taking turns with subconsciousness andimagination, sitting on the circumferenceof time, looking in, wondering where Iwill end up and what I’ll be doing in thepurpose of my interior life.Stillness, causing me to look about,watching options flow before me, knowingGod is using my poetry, even…