Saddened times no longer here, are still touching
strings inside a feeling heart.
Gently weeping through the years, of times remem-
bered in the past.
Softly, echoes call from heavenly causes held inside,
awaiting an inevitable touch of associated love attach-
ed to them.
Memories, so deep, so sad, gently unfolding their
hands, allowing the good and loving times to touch and
heal all the hurts and sorrow.
So we may again clasp the hands of memory in sweetened
prayer tomorrow.
another plain in an outer dimensionfar from earth’s.
Signals and omens, directing inner desires, filingaway all reactions that enter eternal domains.Seething within, capturing vital senses witheffervescent lighting, pushing every moment intoan existence of forbearance.
Unaware of the world, a silence filled with pain lives within,never looking beyond points of emptiness returning.Alive, pounding rhythms of unlicensed sadness, held onto withunprecedented sorrow.This world has no recompense, all is lost from the first momentof birth.Constantly aware of life’s facets and figures, calculating whereone can finally fit in – seeing at last that…
Fixating on systems of innate rhythms, holding them closely,listening to their rhetoric while being filled with a peaceful existence.
in a subconscious state of mind.Like heroes, thoughts bravely issue forth one after another, unendingly throughout this quaint little life.Rainbow-colored ideas shift and slide about, matching words, expressing themselves in memories and images.Writing explicitly in black ink, all sentences and wordswhich stick together, waiting to be written out.
Being demure and letting go of pride in regardof nature’s bounty.
