Walking away down pathways of heaven’s hidden gardens, taking pictures with my imagination, holding them closely so they’ll never be lost or forgotten.

Slanting patterns being twisted to fit moods and general attitudes.Chords matching tones of words as they remember their places in outlines of poetry.Stepping around obstacles in pathways of thought, finding novel meanings in imagination as they fall into lines of beauty.

Benefiting my soul with indefinite perceptionsof ability, facing reality with an astoundingacuity of bereavement, standing in imagination.Winding down through the moments, holdingeverything closely to my heart and soul.

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.

and how could it have passedso quickly without my knowing.Until it was too late to escapethe cage of untimely death.

A collective array of poetical meanings set in sentences of definitions in everyday life.Missing nothing, seeing all things around me as they become subjects of my imagination on once blank pieces of paper.

various array.All taken away in a moment of artistic display by God, Himself.