Each thought, each moment brings me closer to you pulling you into my dreams, my kiss covets your lips but untouched, out of reach you are not possible, for me to hold, only to want, and in those moments you are not found but I am lost.
Childhood memories drift inward these thoughts gather, wash over me, moments from an impetus child filling me with a mist of forgotten emotions through these years I have accumulated and return with a welcoming heart, come, let us again seek those times when tenderness ruled over obligations, remembering the care, the laughter during the innocence of times gone. when simple things remained simple
What can cause Heaven to weep? Each raindrop forming from a tear, angels turn their faces in shame, at the presence of mankind's destruction presenting all of this onto a naive world, these moments seen through stained glass each soul bows their eyes, humiliated, freedom being burned in each moment of desperation, now simply cold ashes. while one stone does not make a wall let us not continue our descent. more and more moments becoming deceitful as each truth becoming heavier to breathe, and salvation becoming...
The likeliness of happiness wakes the sleeping hours, each laying soft and content spoken like a thousand words from a vibrant caring soul, hope has naturally inspired me rejoice in that defining moment it's not what we may possess, as much as what brings enjoyment.
Down in the southern section of Georgia where my family come from, we were the first in our whole neck of the woods to have a first rate wood stove. If you come from our area, you would know those farm houses with the tin roofs get cold in the winter time. That tin holds onto them freezing weathers, trapping them inside the walls just as good as it holds that miserable heat in the Summer. Our farmhouse was built like most back then, a chimney and fireplace attached to one side of the living room. And of course, we had ours, it was pretty to look at while going. But try as anyone...
A hesitating maiden, waiting, of gentle beauty and grace there placed into a caring soul, kept within a tender form, that softness, spreading modestly, becoming her charms, abundant torrents of splendor, mirroring anything in heaven, peering at me from a moment of curiosity, I waited for her next fevered thought, patiently hoping.
My eyes stay wide open or I may risk missing a sunset, one that can rival the colored flowers of spring, or a chance of losing sight of that silver moon while it chases it's own reflection across the midnight waters, in the morning as I breathe in the newest sunrise, I refuse to blink.
Scarlet moments in late evening turned ashen gray, as temperamental winds gather, display, clouds thick like fever placing themselves in concentration, obnoxious and overbearing in nature, the moments edge intrudes, fury challenging the outcome of the night.
Even within the thoughts experienced and fleeting, traced with shadow and light what becomes more precious as moments are awakened, every laughter, every tear, through each painted sky illuminated with flowing dreams and silent sounds of beauty.
So fleeting, life is a journey we travel, each day, a more precise picture, moments that will define us, moments that are swept away with the current of our yesterdays, only the memories may drift back through the heart, each ripple may in turn touch another soul.
We may be looking for answers, but are we asking the right questions?