closely in everything I do.
Life approaches it’s edges, bringing
me to a fruition in heaven’s gardens.
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Forlorn, aging, wandering around, trying to attain some
Pretending to be busy, finding things to do while feeling lonely and trying to fill the void left by maturity.Sensing reason and logic at edges of particularrendezvous, not really willing to participate, becausereality sets in and riles feelings of peace with lonely thoughts.
Watching rhythms come into being as they are sung in voices on karaoke nights.
Enjoying the music with energetic elation, never regretting any moment we get together and have fun in rhythmical pleasure.Laughing, everyone knowing who we are, as we rock in the hallways every time.
Falling asleep in a land of make-believe,
Traveling down roads, creating episodesof tomorrow so I may continue my journeythrough illuminated illusions of life.
Lively anticipation, filling me musically, inciting many memories of yesterday and the shyness I held closely to myself.
Beginning on edges of nowhere, as I am called to my destiny.
Rocking through deserts on horseback, reliving spiritual exercises from the past.
Folding and unfurling each aspect of self, continuing to exist inside a labyrinth.
Clasping hearts, held in sorrow of life’s passing, creating changes in each, no longer being the same people.
In time, maybe, but how long it will take is anyone’s guess.Purposeful loneliness standing stead until we once again can communicate on a level of trust.