Often will I be thinking of her in pictures of times we were together, enjoying life through music.
This poem, a tribute to a wonderful person – a friend, I will miss until we meet when I too am gone from life.
Meeting in heaven, we’ll celebrate our new life as friends, eternally.
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Wondering what I’m doing in this cold and lonely life, curiously filling up space and time.
Spiraling into a downward spin of death, allowing self to be dejected, because of abandonment of other people.Not realizing in depths of sorrow, that there are alternatives to living.
Seconds pass by in rapid succession,
Bringing us closer to edges of tomorrow’s horizon.Waiting patiently for answers from time immemorial,we sit in tatters.Hoping for some semblance of reality to filter intoour dream-like visions.
Sapient decisions compiled neatly, preparing for death’s insistence
Carefully nestling beautiful memories in corners of my mind, placingthem in solemn spaces of accented serenity.Playing fancifully in depths of interior turmoil, challenging everythought that my mind possesses inwardly.
Talkative episodes of music,
way as scents of livelihood fall downaround me in petals of silence.Never beckoning me to leave, only toremain here in a sphere of definitionall my own.Caressing my mind, telling all emotionsto line up in single file, to continuetelling the stories that have beendeposited into my heart and soul.Entering dimensions of yesterday’stomorrow, escaping all the emptypromises…
Tantalizing inner spirits, creating a playground of intensive freedom, allowing them free rein in pools of thought, awaiting intellect to join in, bringing a special tone to all that enters my mind with musical fractions.
Leveling attitudes, adjusting their volumes so I can continue to hear all that transpires within my imagination and intellect.
Children bombarded by negligent mothers are being torn in
Laughter and happiness slowly dying, sparkles of eyes beingput into depths of watery, deprecating tears.Swelling with shame, little children are looking downinstead of inside for strength.Walking paths alone and frightened, straying from normalpaths of humanity, fleeing from the arms who are supposedto love them, falling face down because of abuse.