Portraying silent shadows, aimlessly wandering
through inner universes, unable to connect in
any dimension.
Livelihood beginning always on ends of strangled
ropes, leaving possessions of interior souls to
locate their own resting places.
Without help or discussions of facts, swiftly and
silently becoming what they have been from the start.
Steadily flowing, breaking away fragile shells of man,replenishing souls with harmony and peace on far awayshores.Storing goodness and mercy in pockets hidden from theview of earth and it’s many setbacks.Stepping lightly over teasing tides, attempting to takelife in stride as much as anyone can on earth.
How satisfied people can be just relaxing and enjoying one another’s company on a blustery day in November.
Jumping, bumping and sliding down keys of a piano, sending all melodies back to the beginning just to find their place again in line.Never touching wrong ideas, following them into tomes of excellent knowing.
Laboring tensely for freedom, acknowledgingprecious little of reality through the densedarkness of yesterday.Blinding visions from peering into acquiescentinfrastructures of wisdom and it’s focus.
the good times they had when younger.Nowadays, loneliness sets in as they sit in chairs of emptiness left by relatives and friends so dear to their hearts and minds.Soul-breaking moments of lonely thoughts in heaven,spattering drops of sorrow upon themselves as remembering creates such bittersweet sorrow.Appreciating what they once had, wishing it could’velasted forever, knowing…
