Filling a mind with a variety of uneclipseable moments, traveling into canyons, looking up at the walls, scaling them with an intellect for surpassing it’s previous visions.
Visiting all manner of inner sights, keeping everything locked in chests of precious metals from above.
Nothing mattering except that all thoughts be protected from failure and unsafe circumstances surrounding life at every turn.
Trapped by locutions of existence and laid bare on walls of past mountains.
Wind blowing ever stronger, pushing them faster withevery breath.Gasping at the speed, complaining loudly with thunderousvoices and white lightening – striking back to no avail,as the wind blows ever stronger.Watching this battle being fought from a front row seat,enjoying the spectacle immensely.
only mistakes of the past.Crying, no way to adjust or alter their memories inmy mind’s eyes.
touching our heartstrings with tearful love.Playing violin-like melodies of yesterday as wewatch our personal videos of a life now past.Tearful joy spreads our emotions over us as welaugh and remember the little things so full of life,our treasures to care for when we have nothing elseto hold on to.
taking my life with it to foreign shores.Realization decimates me, as I cling to ahopeful reality, going through the pain ofmedical panacea’s.Cumbrous feelings weigh me down with intrepidfears and I try to shelve them to give me timeto get beyond the edges I am hanging onto.
Somewhat saddened that they haven’t yet been heard.
Allowing all to recite from interior voices, giving no quarters, just finalizing the movement with echoes.
