Taking extra time to become what I need to be
as I fall asleep in the interim.
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Contented now to sit and write,
Thoroughly feeling the stress being vanquished byclassical music I’m listening to while writing.
Coalescing thoughts into an ideal circumference,
Giving plenty of room to begin placing more thoughts into the mix.Forming plenty of creative memories within a soul’s inner circle.
Trudging my way across a desert mountain, looking down and wanting to climb ever higher.
Settling all details into thoughtful pictures of photographic screens, depicting what I have imagined along the road of my life and now into tomorrow’s horizon where I will finally be at rest in God’s arms once again.
Softened clouds of dismay are arranged
Lasting thoughts coalesce and brew manynew ideas of imagination.All of them taking me into tunnels ofreminiscence and being remembered in timesof creative sadness as it caresses our hearts insorrow, holding us in deepest sympathy with our souls.
Crosswords of my life,
forming new words to explain thepuzzle that I am.A certain mysteriousness claimingme on earth, an anomaly not otherwiseable to be explained.
Owl eyes staring out at me from inside a picture
artistic grace.Brown leaves drifting and falling to the imaginaryground, where they will lie for an eternity.Because no one can ever see them beneath the painting –unable to rake them into piles for children to jumpand scatter across an unseen yard.