Taking care not to rock the boat, yet keep rocking anyway and sailing into the sunset waylaid by the very frailty of the situation.
Slapping against minds with rhythm as it delicately senses the end.
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Wandering down lanes of memory’s images, watching my past as it was lived when younger.
Loving to traverse through all the visions, knowing the impressions by heart and wishing at times that I could go back and relive some of them.
This side of yesterday life was open and volatile,
Struggling to survive, raising children, being amom from the inside out.Tallying substantial happiness versus regrets,life was intelligently beautiful, filled with theenergy of my sons.Every day, filled with their joy, wonder andcuriosity – a mom’s purpose entirely fulfilledthrough God’s great love.
Shouting to the world in
I write in intensive longingfor tomorrow’s promises.
Beads of light reflected in every note as it is sung in a tight-knit song of mourning.
Innately hiding beneath a talent filled with an intense desire to be adherent to rhythm’s codes.Sending echoes of enlightenment into the universe, billowing like cumulus clouds, running across skies of tomorrow’s future where they are settled in a destiny belonging to fate.
Slowly saddling the past and bringing it into a future of plenty.
Trying to become a part of something better, ending in apologies for what they’d never do and have never done.
Wandering down lanes of music,
satisfying me with sweetsmelling melodies,gathering ideas in my brain.Soulfully exciting me inside.Carrying a lot of rhythm,letting it ease itself outin writing.