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Sparkles of memories glimmer in my mind’s eyes, twinkling ideas, leading them to my imaginative mind for possibilities of rhyming abstractions.
Observing countless details in picturesque thought, choosing cognitively, particles of truth for fodder of my mind continually.
Folding wings around me, guardian angel protecting and guarding me from harm.
Getting totally into the tempo, finding myself in hallways of beauty.Taking place in a jovial arena of karaoke, filling in the missing pieces where blank spaces were left me from so much anesthesia.
Waiting for blossoms of life to return,
Now reality striking, directly showingthat it will never be, because it hasbeen taken forever from me.Standing on a past horizon, lookingforward does no good.It only creates more painful memoriesto continue in my head.Focusing on the yesterday’s that I canlive no more, saddens and disheartensmy soul.Walking away, feeling sorrow, fallingto my knees, awaiting the forgivenessof God…
Slowly, easily, tides ebb and flow within,
in a genuine movement of fragile tenderness.Gyrating forcefully, taking in cameos oflife with an appreciation for all it enfoldsthrough timeless entities for us all.
A man walking. A woman talking.
Birds singing. Bells ringing.Dawn breaking. Daylight shaping.Wind blowing. Trees bending.Sunlight filtering. Clouds forming.Skies darkening. Loud thundering.Lightening striking. Rain splashing.It’s an April shower on a Sunday morning.