Relay the night
I relay this unattainable story of who I am and where I have been. Yet in all the descriptions I clearly need to explore just how magnificent one tangent of memories are. The simplicity in a sigh from a flash in time. These moments slip through and grab hold of strings within my mind. They play these scenes over and over.
Yet I must say, by far, I am not torn from them. I am not peaked to a soiled dove extent. I am smiling in goodness of where I was and how I felt, good and bad. In these wonders that burst, thoroughly, I am amazed that I can stand to be of such slivers of joy.
In the wholeness of a scene played across time, I sit thinking over the emotions and actions displayed by all parties. Whether the timid moments blazed or the noise was silent. Nevertheless the reels were vivid. Candid so to say. And the times sprinkled in between are not black and white.
The idea that my story can be woven so well, so tightly against another yet not quite touching, remarkable to say the least. And when I start to allow the sinking I can only imagine the depth that can be shown. This removal of milliseconds is so thin that air does not slip through. This amount of light is sparse but real.
When I stretch the peeled back skins I am capable of noting the lingering glories of flickering time across blue and violet. A glance over my shoulder, has never met more sweetness. Then there is stillness that quakes within my very spirit. Such as a core that breaks every rule to the books, brilliantly.
Just as the night is to complete I recognize the traits of truth. I hold only upon what is mine. To you, I dare you approach what is real and cling to it. Dare I recall a moment when lightning struck the structure of housed coils. There, we, stood with fire in our eyes. And there we danced. Merrily.
Call it as you like but do not tread upon what was. I do not believe in destiny. I do not believe in fate. I do not believe in coincidence. I only believe in what is true. A fiber I know well. I have understood a great depth there. And,yes, solace I have found.
A dare you to surprise me. A kindness spread amongst a people. That is what I know to be real. Love. Yet could you fathom any kind of warrant to be heard? Then I pray you do learn of these scenes, these lessons of distinction.
Although I press too much towards one person. Only the hopes of exploring who I am. Yet I dare to tempt someone to even approach. Not a shock but a alert. Be aware of the hope and prayers I place upon the air. Look forward and I linger in one moment, here.
An aroma of vanilla plays a melody in the air. Hope stretches, kindly, a wide net around my life. With a tendril of time I wager a good night kiss comes abroad. Seals to early morn routine.
Indeed a long route to consider and a lapse in good tidings.
Yet I must say, by far, I am not torn from them. I am not peaked to a soiled dove extent. I am smiling in goodness of where I was and how I felt, good and bad. In these wonders that burst, thoroughly, I am amazed that I can stand to be of such slivers of joy.
In the wholeness of a scene played across time, I sit thinking over the emotions and actions displayed by all parties. Whether the timid moments blazed or the noise was silent. Nevertheless the reels were vivid. Candid so to say. And the times sprinkled in between are not black and white.
The idea that my story can be woven so well, so tightly against another yet not quite touching, remarkable to say the least. And when I start to allow the sinking I can only imagine the depth that can be shown. This removal of milliseconds is so thin that air does not slip through. This amount of light is sparse but real.
When I stretch the peeled back skins I am capable of noting the lingering glories of flickering time across blue and violet. A glance over my shoulder, has never met more sweetness. Then there is stillness that quakes within my very spirit. Such as a core that breaks every rule to the books, brilliantly.
Just as the night is to complete I recognize the traits of truth. I hold only upon what is mine. To you, I dare you approach what is real and cling to it. Dare I recall a moment when lightning struck the structure of housed coils. There, we, stood with fire in our eyes. And there we danced. Merrily.
Call it as you like but do not tread upon what was. I do not believe in destiny. I do not believe in fate. I do not believe in coincidence. I only believe in what is true. A fiber I know well. I have understood a great depth there. And,yes, solace I have found.
A dare you to surprise me. A kindness spread amongst a people. That is what I know to be real. Love. Yet could you fathom any kind of warrant to be heard? Then I pray you do learn of these scenes, these lessons of distinction.
Although I press too much towards one person. Only the hopes of exploring who I am. Yet I dare to tempt someone to even approach. Not a shock but a alert. Be aware of the hope and prayers I place upon the air. Look forward and I linger in one moment, here.
An aroma of vanilla plays a melody in the air. Hope stretches, kindly, a wide net around my life. With a tendril of time I wager a good night kiss comes abroad. Seals to early morn routine.
Indeed a long route to consider and a lapse in good tidings.
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