Shadows following moonlight, wanting a part in festivities brought about by night.
Woodenly jumping on frail legs of thought, lacily decorated for the soul, enraptured by solace found deeply inside, existing there from the beginning of time.
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Sounding solace in measures of beauty,
Taking my hand, kissing my fingers, noticingtheir lifeless disposition, waning heart beat,growing weaker with every second.Letting my love sink into the sunset without me.Hope dwindling with your voice, passing quietlyforever from our love tonight.
Sliding and strumming along strings of my mind,
Deliberately focusing between notes held in rhythms,unfolding like blossoms, relating a sensual languageof music to coded mathematical concepts, lain bare forthe universe to absorb.
Strumming slowly downward, touching chords laid back in postures of relaxation.
Painted by the melodies being played quietly in able pivoting rehearsal through the night.Tired from the day, sitting back and strumming life away.
Waves flowing and ebbing over me, at times thrashing with emotions,
Shards of sadness rip and tear me as I wallow alone in a life only Ican justify through poetry.
Movement touching my sight, taking me toward motions of tidal waves of emotional turmoil.
Changing many rhythms as I covertly dance in stride.Welcoming tentative steps as they take me far away from edges of despair, finding life is many times happier than when I was younger.Taking memories, following rhythm’s beats into caverns of sincere temptations.Noticing everything around me, yet not acquiescing to any of it.Gratefully acknowledging each tone as…
Saguaro’s walking up the side of
Solemnly standing erect, passing byall other cacti, sitting back andadmiring them.