most inopportune times.
Many grief-filled hours are spent in
wishing away things that have been
said mistakenly out loud.
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Searing pain, cutting through an intense silence, touching dreams of individual measures with a lilting voice.
Treasuring life with anecdotal thoughts kept hidden from view, while placating a heart of bluest sadness, springing from within.
Sleeping eyes belie the wakefulness of the mind and soul where life begins and molds our futures.
Grateful for their guidance, I pray that they always remain open to God’s eternal love.
Carrying hope in packages of youth, taking their time as they wind through avenues of circumstance, taking always – the high roads over untrodden land.
Focusing always on shores of beauty somewhere in the future.
An emptiness scours my insides as I listen to the Blues Brothers alone in the audience.
An entertaining time, yet missing that one element of family being together in fun.Searching images, finding those of past times together, smiling within as an emptiness still fills me silently.
Wishing upon future stars, looking down upon me,
on to their beauty as I fall asleep.Keeping thoughts of them closely encased in mydreams, along with their memories.Beautiful to recall on lonely, gray eveningsspent in silent growing sorrow.
Justifying my presence wherever rhythm is being played and sung,
Using imagination to produce many poems from within deepenedthought.Being brought out into the open, never resisting the pull ofinnate talent to nature.