far along in life.
in the same manner for all time.Special interpretations design themselves into tomes of listeningpoetry, climbing walls of libraries, hoping to reach a wider scopeof readers.Intellect attracting many major portions through lifted pages ofspirituality.Always moving into the next format, like a video playing incessantly.
A fruitless endeavor, hoping for more time together, yet I try to get it to come about in unending prayers cried from my interior heart and being recited by my mind tonight.
Silhouettes of saguaros, ocotillo, and barrelcacti, fanning across miles of desert shores.Beauty – soul deepening – resting upon a poet’screative mind.
Caressing my heart, holding hands with twilight stars above inthe heavens of my dreams.Eternal prayers always being whispered into heaven, and finallybeing heard by God, Himself.Total abandonment, filling me without qualms or doubt.Stringent longing, draping me invisibly in the evening twilight.Holding up the candle of my presence in the darkened night ofdeath’s final amen.(2/15/13)
Hopefully gaining insight along the way, putting it to good use and judging it’s quality after reading words in detail.Finding meanings have some semblance to interior thoughts, giving such beauty, a place in the annals of historical poetry.