Just a moment please
A moment please, if you will as I open my eyes to the various scores of lines. Oh how fast and far the pen travels to service parchment with a few lines of lyrics. Scribbles you may think, for a momentarily seasoned second.
Layers upon layers build upon ink. Slowly my letters fade. Yet when the aged lighting dampens and the creak of newness emerges, all is but exposed. A hesitant breath is released, exhaled and sighed across time.
Softly the breeze clears the dust. The reminded bits of time are etched ever so slowly upon stone and glass. Grains of sand make their presence known. How different tablets were in times gone.
Holding a thought of flashing memories crash against my eyelids. I stand back, only motionless to allow their vivid expansion to take hold of me. Such a daring sight to behold. A folded time that released a million questions but only a breath is exhaled.
All faces, all expressions help explain the smirk held firmly across my cheekbones. Freckles dance with the softest of roses. Blending frost and color across my lips and nose.
Oh how long I have searched, even waited to find the inking drying across parchment. Those thoughts, those memories to fade. One by one the colors, the aromas and the faces turn the corner. Hidden once more behind a sheet of ice. Unbreakable.
Another day I will search for their names. Filling my world with their presence once more.
Still as I scroll my fingers across raised tile I see hints of them all around. No longer do my memories trick me. Yet they remind me of the prayers I seek.
Those emotions, those people I pray to Jehovah that all that is attached will be explored or explained somewhere. Giving me, today, the patience and reassurance of a warm kindness.
Layers upon layers build upon ink. Slowly my letters fade. Yet when the aged lighting dampens and the creak of newness emerges, all is but exposed. A hesitant breath is released, exhaled and sighed across time.
Softly the breeze clears the dust. The reminded bits of time are etched ever so slowly upon stone and glass. Grains of sand make their presence known. How different tablets were in times gone.
Holding a thought of flashing memories crash against my eyelids. I stand back, only motionless to allow their vivid expansion to take hold of me. Such a daring sight to behold. A folded time that released a million questions but only a breath is exhaled.
All faces, all expressions help explain the smirk held firmly across my cheekbones. Freckles dance with the softest of roses. Blending frost and color across my lips and nose.
Oh how long I have searched, even waited to find the inking drying across parchment. Those thoughts, those memories to fade. One by one the colors, the aromas and the faces turn the corner. Hidden once more behind a sheet of ice. Unbreakable.
Another day I will search for their names. Filling my world with their presence once more.
Still as I scroll my fingers across raised tile I see hints of them all around. No longer do my memories trick me. Yet they remind me of the prayers I seek.
Those emotions, those people I pray to Jehovah that all that is attached will be explored or explained somewhere. Giving me, today, the patience and reassurance of a warm kindness.
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