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Frankly marching towards edges of purpose, stretching out
Wondering about depths in future times, clinging to hopesand dreams of the present – pasting them into photo booksof the mind.Selecting poses and pictures of happenstance, thrillingto their looks of musical clarity, hoping to spend alifetime in bounteous mirrors, dancing to innatemelodies.Always, stirring on rims of oblivion, marching franklyin the direction of our souls.
Time passes from here to there, taking moments away constantly and heading for atmosphere’s beyond earth.
Testing time with an energy hidden from view.Lasting benefits of peace and serenity, fit snugly into puzzles of design, made for dreams in the future.
Raining in imagination’s depths, purifying all manner of suffering in life.
Awesome pictures, filled with hopes in tomorrow’s fate, closer than anyone thinks.Reaching out, feeling the rain pour down upon me, awakening my soul to life again.
Standing back, realizing the voices of the future have gone beyond me.
Adjusting, not to well, to things that have been changing in ever increasing numbers.Letting go of every emotion, wallowing in self-pity, all by myself, no one else can linger alongside me.Staying alone and not feeling anything in place of your presence in my life.
Expansive desires beginning on borders of yesterday, taking hold and securing motions on their way to yesterday’s love.
Yelling past cloudy curtains, looking into rooms of yellowed lace, wishing to find some semblance of old times from the past.Waving magically as twilight hangs itself in starlit skies above, leading others to distant thoughts of wisdom on dusty trails of old.Believing in unfounded visions, taking care to pray in silent moments of remembrance.
Watching elderly dancers smiling, stepping in time with one another, growing younger with every song being sung and played.
Quiet joy and happiness at seeing them made my heart overflow with emotion and love to see them caring about one another.A simpler time before the melt down of their love for one another came to be.A child’s joy kept stored inside – a treasure to be remembered in trials of beginning life.