At last, we choose to get up and walk down plowed lanes, towards the top of the mountain, seeing icicles hanging from trees, dripping into memory’s mind.
way.Enjoying every moment given in an atmosphere of music to writewhatever comes near to thought.Exemplifying intellectual innate talent through words of poetical insistence, as they flow like water from my pen.No stopping or blockage barring the way to their particular purposeunder heaven’s guidance, always pinpointing what needs to be said.
Searching diligently for episodes of life that I can be a part of.Enjoying every moment, living in a bevy of entertainment, nothingelse mattering.Bringing me up from depths of medical problems and pain every day.Never wanting to take medications, just listening to music and its’awesome rhythms, beating in tempos of intense tones, bringing mealong in dreams…
Landscapes proving too astounding to be reality.Yet, with every image, meanings fulfill every vision with self-obtained inner light as they unfold themselves without any effort.
Knowing the situation of life will continually turn about.
Calming effects sent by a bevy of collectible sayings, are kept in a book filled with pictures from past memories.Stalking roadways, watching where everything falls into place so it can be gathered at a later date.
yet there is a nothingness hidden inside; awaiting some love tocontribute to strife’s easing as it passes by in regal descriptions, finding a place in subjective writing.