Peacefully solemn, taking each second as it
comes into existence, awaiting it’s moment of
fame.
Choosing carefully, intimate thoughts arrive.
Finding their chances of being born again into a selection of memories is always a possibility in a mind’s storehouse, collected there for future poems.
Quietly listening for periodic lapses of time, listlessly filling them with memories of past ages and family.
Hesitant to speak, afraid I may not hear your voice again on earth, I dwell at times on life without you.It produces a profound darkness deep within my soul.
Ecstatic at the beauty secreted there, wondering how I am able to do it on a continual basis.
Always being exchanged and never surpassed by anyone else’s life in many books of poetry.Listening thoroughly with an open heart, never believing that all of existent details will be expelled in poetical musings for a timeless period of usefulness.Unthinking thoughts, coagulating in volumes of musical compositions, interred in tomorrow’s essence.
jarring the universe with gentle teasing from earth.
