with the ways of life through senses felt in lines
of yesterday’s memories.
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Watching children in my mind, seeing their images traveling forward in time to the present.
Images jumping, shouting, laughing, running – looking at them now, I see myself at play when I was younger and had no worries, because my parents did all the worrying for me back then.
Reaching words in picturesque thoughts upon an inner screen, taking them in and out of context, whittling away, placing them into extraordinary circumstances to see how they stand the test of intellect.
Touching hearts and minds of everyone who may read the words written carefully to probe other’s minds.
Waiting eagerly for the sun to set upon my brow,
Unfolding gently in God’s presence,becoming all I can before His gaze.
Sitting close to a forbidden place, able to reach out and touch the entrance to it.
Twelve rectangular windows, like twelve apostles waiting, standing guard so no one unanticipated can pass through.Deadbolt standing rigidly on the door, a key hole beckoning to explore labyrinths beyond the entrance.Wonder, full of curiosity – wanting to see what lies beyond the reach of sight.Touching softly, tongs of my mind, echoing and reechoing my heart’s…
Running out of locomotion, heaving under the spell of out-dated memories kept treasured within a chest of heavy loneliness.
Awakening grief of yesterday, flowing tears into a somber shade of gray.
Stretching toward outer limits, carrying every voice of yesterday’s images quietly in my mind.
Playing across dimensions with fibers of beings as they watch from sidelines of eternal sorrow.