Listen to the wind,
it breathes the signs of winter
dark skies in an ominous whisper
a quiet in the sweet reckoning …
oh to know the sweet mystery of mind.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Daily Archives: November 30, 2018
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Closing Time
Posted at 6:50 pm , on November 30, 2018
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He Imagined Her
Posted at 5:05 pm , on November 30, 2018
It was on a Friday night,
she spoke to him
wondering
she said she waited there
just to know
to wonder
if maybe he ever,
or if he might now.
He wondered then,
in the quiet of a winter eve
could she hear him
feel him,
might she know
if in a silent beat
of some nostalgic moment,
would he
wait.
He chose to listen
to a song would bring him a tear
always a joyful cry,
he wanted her to know
the celebration of love
could only contain
the tenets of a cherished
mystique
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Walking In
Posted at 4:35 pm , on November 30, 2018
Its atmosphere
familiar
the sounds, the people, the energy,
a little Moody Blues,
I’m with her again,
in this moment,
I can feel the soft touch of fingertips
searching, yearning, a quiet resonate gasp,
the nature of this,
a love
we both would understand
if confusion could not lay in between,
the soft sense of a night sky,
familiar ground,
a coffee nearby,
another nostalgic notion,
I do recall
when last I did see her,
it was here in this parallel universe,
where our lives
were tied to the reality of a locked door,
a smile, a laugh, a knowing glance
a quiet evening,
when love did seem to draw
hearts closer together,
to another time,
in recent days,
lips did touch,
lives did matter,
time did
stand still while
walking in.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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