Seen from above,
Molten state,
A body
Risen from.
No self
In recognition;
A ghost
Of other one.
Someone known,
Embedded with,
Two unified;
Single.
Descend
Or rise?
Sublimate.
Elevate or remingle.
Seen from above,
Molten state,
A body
Risen from.
No self
In recognition;
A ghost
Of other one.
Someone known,
Embedded with,
Two unified;
Single.
Descend
Or rise?
Sublimate.
Elevate or remingle.
Bliss time again,
First coffee!
Gawd, I love it so much!
Nowhere to be on a Sunday morn,
So reading
And a mug of my crutch
To pep up the day before it begins,
All snuggled and sipping in time
To words that I read and some that I write,
A pleasure so simple but fine.
Prep for some comments!
I’m ready to roll
In and out of my favourite blogs.
All calm in here,
Though grey outside,
The weather has gone to the dogs.
Thunder and lightening
Accompanied my dreams,
Flashed in at my window pane,
I woke through the night
With sadness, no fright,
But a heart aching with pain.
All better now, dreams are so strange,
Especially when I can’t recall
What passed through my mind as I lay sleeping.
Maybe that’s wiser for all.
Though heavy the skies,
My heart is renewed
With a cup of the freshest of brew
And time to peruse,
Chat with my muse
And catch up on all of the news.
So cheers little coffee bean!
My days wouldn’t start
Quite so well
If your scent and your flavour
Did not endeavour
To rouse me. It would all go to hell.
Mornings spent trying to awaken.
Giving my old body a shaking,
But no need for that, cos you’re right on hand.
Yes, you my coffee, are grand!
One kiss in night
To make all right.
One touch, one glance, one ask.
Trust it’s true and lingers still,
No hardship, lovers’ task.
Dreams live on
When two belong,
Connection does not sever.
Hold tight to reins, accept again,
Two hearts may love deliver.
In darkness deep
Reigns healing sleep,
Fantasy fuels the fever,
Thoughts and feelings, hearts and souls
Make of us believers.
Castles in the air arise,
Fully formed before our eyes,
Entranced by loving reveries,
Shadowed world in night time’s bliss
Negates realities.
Still in mind imagining,
Aspirations, hope may bring,
Unsubstantial visions vie, for
Significance
Seeks solace, you and I.
Where world of dreams, reality
Coincide outside of fantasy
And love that bubbles up inside
May pour forth,
Dwell and abide.
In day to day of life anointed,
Fate decided and appointed
Who we love and why and how.
We question then accept
And bow.
For greater than a mind’s unease
Resides tenderness that may appease
All who wander in their dreams, wonder in the night,
If life affirming love remains,
Hold on to all so tight.
No lover’s voice with whispered oath,
Still haunted by abandoned ghost,
Delivers words that once they’re spoken
Leaves hurt and loss
Or hearts unbroken.
A measured way,
Some little sway
In expectations’ path
Once again love sustains,
In future we may laugh
At all that seemed such hardship then,
Invoked the mind and so the pen,
Held fast to all that we hold near,
Love remains
It does, my dear.
No love that’s ever given freely
Regrets those words announced so sweetly.
Our hearts not made of solid stone,
Delivered words, all heart displayed,
These do not die alone.
Dreams unreal tomorrow holds,
No certainties, mere speculation.
Before us now today unfolds,
A brief tomorrow, in duration.
Only seconds, fleeting moments,
For use within our hands
To mould and shape, sweetly foment.
This at our command.
A vital second of each life,
Only one at just this instant.
Wasted, filled with endless strife?
Or rich with great intent?
What is right or wrong we glean.
Where do we want to be?
Have we slept another’s dream,
Their life, their fantasy?
Sustained effort, fortitude,
Decisions made, applied,
In such as this, portentous good,
Life is sanctified.
No mountain climbed for flag to post
Nor golden haloed wreath,
Fulfilment in what matters most,
Holding to belief.
Recognising small but wise,
All seconds clearly count,
They’re striven for, this amplifies
In worth by how they mount
In magnitude, their worth, their glory
Those moments every day
That build, arise like Taj, each story,
Monumental in their way.
A palace so, not vaulted tomb,
Royal beauty to behold.
Yarn chosen, woven upon each loom,
In all seconds, our stories told.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
Adventures to beguile you, worlds to enchant you.
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