to a band of music, ringing around their minds.
Tossing us out into spaces of rhythm, we inter
ourselves inside the beat of daily living, keeping
to nature’s ways.
Unforgiving tunes, playing endlessly in our thought
processes, even after we have heard our final themes
in scores of musical bliss.
ahead.Wondering what sorts of treasures would be found andwould they be valuable?Soundlessly curious, hoping to not be caught trespassingon the way.Lighting candles of fate, ready to walk the short distance,into realms beyond sight.Hoping to be brought into beautiful scenery with no painor suffering.Alleviating fears and doubts, taking one step at a time,surrendering whatever they think…
to heaven.God standing at His gates, waitingto take me in.
teaching about wisdom as they corral abstractions,collecting ideas and placing them spontaneously upon paper.
Certain designs appear and become invisible in moments of time.Relatively finding rhythm’s somehow penetrating the solace of tomorrow’s spaces.
even nothingness can be a learning experience.
Teardrops glisten with the pain of being left alone.They glitter with the sorrow thrust upon them.Daily reminders of pain, hurt and suffering – a lifetime oftomorrow’s will always bring before us.Standing on the edifice of self-sacrifice – hypnotized intofalling in without a backward glance.Knowing that all of eternal rest lies in one moment of death.
