Strung tightly, decorating thought, pulling it back out of
paths of sorrow, leaving no memories for tomorrow.
Wallowing through anticipated greetings, cut short by history’s beginning.
Cold, shivering, lying on slabs of marble, being prepared for
picture-taking death.
Little, unremembered abilities, lost long ago, tossed against
pillars of stone, run over and over, never dying, just being
hidden under everything else in life.
Heeding every call, wanting to speak and answer, always on the verge.Promises being made and kept throughout the years.Emptying whispers constantly in vats of mind-bending thought and keeping pace with eternity.
Searching lifetimes together, asking and answeringhundreds of questions, trying to bring together two soulslost on life’s journey.Finding similarities and differences in each other’s news, latching onto them with hopes that maybe two hearts can be finally filled with togetherness.
with vibrant images,showing me what life usedto be like when younger.
Sincere apologies flowing from all directions,giving the support I never had on earth.Finding specific innuendoes, fastening themselves toimagination, carrying it all forth with recognizabletruths set in stones.Migrating along pathways of fortitude, we majesticallyforfeit everything for wealth and greed, instead offamily and friends on earth.
Becoming inherent in patterns of living as each travels distances to reach their purposes, never letting go of heavenly gestures of love.
