Leaves changing colors in the dark of night.
Moon shining, reflecting yellow and red from
branches holding out their arms.
Life is like trees, showing off their splendor,
as it brings you to your knees.
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Listening to songs of old, loving to hear them again in senior years.
Wandering down all the lines, attaching myself to every threaded note eliciting sounds of every tone.Beautiful sight as I read each sheet of music in tandem with poetical verses, written here for all to read.
Shadows walking around me, taunting, teasing, trying to make me come out of my safe place.
Sacred moments keeping me aware of where I want to be, sending prayers my way.Their candles cannot stay lit, because I’m already on the way out of life’s circumferences.At last a feeling of elation, glad to be leaving and going home.
Singing – rocking – out of time with each beat –
Collapsing all the notes, putting them togetherwhere they belong, yet still out of step withwhat you’re singing.Caustically creating a mirror that no one wouldever want to look in.
Tacit feelings unfolding slowly from beneath coverlets of sorrow, scented with death’s meanings, not clearly defined on earth.
Hoping to last long enough to see grandchildren grow and mature before having to leave earth’s existence for a final time.
Running quickly forward, never looking back, taking everything I own within my mind.
People are never allowed into my realms except when I allow it through a poem they once saw.
Walking through natural darkness, believing it will unfold
atmospheres.Solidly taking whatever is sent to my mind, encasing it allin memories to be savored on future days and placed inpoetical visions.Decorated entirely with blossoms of thoughts and given tender,gentle whispers of care throughout their lives.