Following every idea across time and placement of curiosity, placing them all into chests of sensitivity.
Encasing them specially as treasures of unfound joy, displacing sorrow and giving a solace so deeply it can’t be found.
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Talking to a silent friend who usually doesn’t stop telling stories, is a little weird, but I can handle it.
Listening intently to what she’s not saying, just enjoying her company.
In the quietness of my soul
revelations to appear inpictures of my mind’s eye.
Blue roses growing in my mind, a gift from visiting heaven for moments in time.
A piece of heaven all my own, no one can take ever take them from me.On my last day, I will return them to heaven’s garden.
Solemn years, no talking or laughter, no get-togethers.
Too many years have passed, I don’t know what to say – I missyou, but pride stands in the way.Wanting to set aside all the hurt and pain, but I don’t knowhow.Will we really never again speak to one another here on earth?Will death be the only solution to end our silent, maddeninggrudge?Death of one…
A cross of life bears it’s burden.
Reaching tenderly for warmth and understanding, grasping wisps of clouds with fingers tainted by sorrow.Alive with wind-swept fury, bent upon aligning a lifetime of misery.Alighting with gentle kindness, every once in a while love seeping out, shining it’s glorious joy on anyone close enough to be touched by it.
Volumes of poetry are being coaxed from within as I quietly reminisce in a mood of sublime contemplation.
Etching memories into waxen candles, preserving their colorful sights in dense molds of tomorrow’s evenings.To be held in mirror every day as it is told in moments of poetry and expressed in the minds of all those who read them this night.Under cover of darkened shades, life walks around in nightgowns of insight, portraying hidden…