Settling into a remorseful concept, respecting it’s presence, even though it’s coaching me in grief’s lifetime habits.
Wallowing soundly in a semi-circle, enjoining grey matter as it focuses entirely on what is being seen in desert skies.
Raining down, falling through clouds, comes beautiful music, pounding on all my senses interiorly.
Bringing to fruition, every particle of intellect subject to my wishes.
Closely entering suites of yesterday, brings it forward into any form of prose.As it enters and flows from within, never looking or searching for words, because they all flow out comfortably without any pressure.Sliding across bayous of lasting beauty, saturating everything with lasting stances of tradition.
Justifying periods of silence with truthful facts and peaceful entitlement.
Instead, floundering on edges of eternity not knowing which direction to take so as not to fall into tar pits of reality.
confident of their space in life,caring for others, andfulfilling their purposes.
Finally feeling all things tumble into the hidden night.
Total concentration giving me peaceful attitudes and a calming sense, while shutting out the rest of the world.Exciting interior emotions as they fill me with beautiful sounds.
