Memory reels
Here I stand holding onto a dream. Strange as it is the sights are for me. Clearly the images are stains that wreak concern inside my mind. Indefinite is the measure of how long they remain.
So obvious is just how much the memories crowd and invade my sleeping moments. The entertain me even in my waking hours. Struggling to fit pieces of the puzzle together. Ah how I only cause ripples to twirl inside my brain.
Time is etched. The carved bits are small parts of chaos swirling to find a permanent landing. Yet even in these quaking defined shocking times, I smile.
Indeed as the times take turns churning and ticking out whispers in the wind. Depth of words may quiver and even falter yet the noise of one tiny voice breaks the barriers. This croak is so strong that an ultimatum is expressed.
Was anyone listening?
Clearly the hope is swinging it's way through the dense vines. Only one step remains. Just announcing and admitting life is perishable but dreams, hopes are forever.
Softly my fingers drum a tune across my forehead. Introducing a formed written massage to calm the nerves.
And I do step into a world of wonder. That of carefree loving. Wild laughter and witty conversations. Indeed the play of reels and notes of paper scattering.
Shh. Just that one millisecond. Halt the tick. Allow the breath to turn blue. Just turn off your busy schedule and place you hand in mine. Experience the dreams of mine.
Entertain your mind, momentarily, to the songs expressed at the tailgate of my clouded dream. Prescribe words that explore the true meanings and dig further into the well of my spirit.
Dig. Search. Listen.
My heart beats, yes?
A single step is taken. Yet do you really understand the need of patience while the ending scripts take their shine. Questions become formed as the blackened slates in my dreams grow closing.
Just a moment please. Allow my mind to fall. Take time off to find the peace that holds my dreams together. There you will find answers.
I could defy you. Pressing you back down and yet I cannot. The moment my baby blues open understand that the hopes play such a significant roll in the dreams. Even more so are the desires not to harm.
I don't want anyone to fail another much less keep that concern settled in my heart. So I close up.
Monitor is down. Screen is packed. Are you ready for the next showing?
Indeed my hand is outstretched. Leaning, hoping you find the need to grab hold. Until then I wait on my findings.
Even now the memories classified here are denanding. So let me help you. Will you dear friend?
So obvious is just how much the memories crowd and invade my sleeping moments. The entertain me even in my waking hours. Struggling to fit pieces of the puzzle together. Ah how I only cause ripples to twirl inside my brain.
Time is etched. The carved bits are small parts of chaos swirling to find a permanent landing. Yet even in these quaking defined shocking times, I smile.
Indeed as the times take turns churning and ticking out whispers in the wind. Depth of words may quiver and even falter yet the noise of one tiny voice breaks the barriers. This croak is so strong that an ultimatum is expressed.
Was anyone listening?
Clearly the hope is swinging it's way through the dense vines. Only one step remains. Just announcing and admitting life is perishable but dreams, hopes are forever.
Softly my fingers drum a tune across my forehead. Introducing a formed written massage to calm the nerves.
And I do step into a world of wonder. That of carefree loving. Wild laughter and witty conversations. Indeed the play of reels and notes of paper scattering.
Shh. Just that one millisecond. Halt the tick. Allow the breath to turn blue. Just turn off your busy schedule and place you hand in mine. Experience the dreams of mine.
Entertain your mind, momentarily, to the songs expressed at the tailgate of my clouded dream. Prescribe words that explore the true meanings and dig further into the well of my spirit.
Dig. Search. Listen.
My heart beats, yes?
A single step is taken. Yet do you really understand the need of patience while the ending scripts take their shine. Questions become formed as the blackened slates in my dreams grow closing.
Just a moment please. Allow my mind to fall. Take time off to find the peace that holds my dreams together. There you will find answers.
I could defy you. Pressing you back down and yet I cannot. The moment my baby blues open understand that the hopes play such a significant roll in the dreams. Even more so are the desires not to harm.
I don't want anyone to fail another much less keep that concern settled in my heart. So I close up.
Monitor is down. Screen is packed. Are you ready for the next showing?
Indeed my hand is outstretched. Leaning, hoping you find the need to grab hold. Until then I wait on my findings.
Even now the memories classified here are denanding. So let me help you. Will you dear friend?
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