composed as I walk along edges of tomorrow, alone and
forlorn.
Being tempered with suffering and a sacred grief, held
in check by sounds of ancient music, stationing itself
deeply within – resting peacefully in depths of a holy
loneliness.
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Early morning talks with my sons make the rest of the day hopeful, energizing my soul until our next conversation.
encompass what a mother does.Giving from a heart of love helps develop their mindsand lives for times when I will no longer be here to talkwith them.Treasured moments held closely forever in my heart willone day in the future be treasured again in my son’shearts on their last journeys.
Reflecting shadows of evening into the tapestry of my mind,
a pleasurable journey into levels where I can soar andexplore to my heart’s content.Feeling the novel intense desires reaching my mind, wantingto continually be in an aura of beginning participation ofanother era in poetical dimensions.(4/19/13)
Truth in life is tantamount.
it’s always present.Even when telling a lie, youstill know the truth behind it.
Fields of music, open before my mind,
pull them out to display in bouquets,set in vases of paper, allowing othersto take a glimpse of what I’m thinking.
Ebullient eccentric thoughts conquer moods of sadness
Doing whatever feels right at this very moment is whatis carefully thought of and placed in files of memoryfor later observations.
Ending of a Friday night essence, closing doors to imagination for the night, giving me an easy road to travel.
Covering me with simplicity and tell-tale comfortable blankets of tomorrow.