Tumbling down over each other – off a mountain, landing in a heap.
Along every natural path a rock will find it’s way into a little child’s pocket, looked at on another day and put down somewere else.
Pockets transporting rocks to all corners of the world.
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Mirrors of my soul reflecting itself into heaven’s clouds of hope.
Splashing around in it’s depths, washing away the cultivated dirt of human beings and taking aspirations beautifully into heaven’s gardens.Keeping pace with imagination and it’s creative dreams, coming into their own on desert plains of poetical musing.
Taking short-cuts through life and ending up finding wrong turns and bringing us up short every time.
Spotting outcasts in various places, never expecting to see blindfolds spread across the room, hiding us from ourselves, for whatever reasons tonight.
Woeful times of discernment, disappointing and hurting deeply within where all pain hides forever.
Walking along pathways and roads, seeing fauna and flora – reminders of total joy felt when once a small child.Now grown, holding hands with fate and stepping across destinies as they unfold on new horizons.Standing blue, crying like a violin, pouring heart and soul into music, moving hearts to stir beyond comprehension.Swaying with breezes of…
Dreaming in a world of make-believe,
fiction and glowering outward towardsthe universe of one.Traveling silently in songs of beautifulrhythms, gliding slowly down rainbows oftomorrow’s love, guiding all desires alongpathways of honest, truthful love.
Quietly reticent, leaning back, slowly coming to life
A duet, the alternative Blu Notes, playing soft music tostart off the morning.Gentle patterns playing to my mind, exercising thoughts,allowing them to stretch and lounge in alternate positions.Reclining against a background of picturesque music.
Easily walking, slowly down small town streets, reminding yourself of where you came from and going back to the roots of childhood.
Calmly entering realms of being, totally bent on using heartstrings, feeling emotional and never blinking an eye when showing them to anyone.Looking out for beautiful sensations of an open book, a person with no secrets writing poetry.