Resting in our beds of lace on
final days of misery, we are
showered with bouquets of roses,
falling like fragile petals upon
a frozen ground of snow white
flakes from heaven’s gardens.
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Staring through windows of eternity,
Walking into many sunsets, forgettingthe main reason for being here on earth.
Calling forth images of long ago,
unsettling everything as it goes.Barreling over thoughts kept deepinside, unaware of the feelings ofhurt and anger, caught in the webof childhood.Acknowledgement does no iota ofgood, because the forlorn absenceof friendship stands in it’s stead.Disavowing any particle of atom oftruth in this barren wasteland, myheart stops suddenly.With irreverence of unavailability,it is tossed aside, the by-productof betrayal…
Heaviness of sorrow penetrates my being on a distant plain above earth’s reality.
Elated to the core of my interior soul, being taken on a journey of tantamount importance.
Reality biting me hard,
which is causing concern because I want to get out of the hospital and on my way to rehab and home.
Writing so quickly that I can barely keep up with soaring thoughts jelling and coagulating in systems of natural concentration.
Scientific formulas blending them with artistic peacefulness and giving thanks for an appreciation of talents and gifts, given for a purpose of instrumentation.Thrill of finding passionate outlets is fantastic and freeing, allowing an independence to form in my being.
Walking roads of life, traveling into our sunsets,
final walk on earth.Blues shining upon us, melting our minds intofuture oceans, filling us with shells of beautyand scales of depth, portraying our charactersfor the world beyond to see.Claiming facets of the unknown, making them ourown and hiding them close to our open minds.Exercising future auras, fitting them to my being,becoming them as they huddle…