Breath of Life
January 31st, 2012 § 26 Comments
A door opens
(or, does it close)
Curtains sway upon an
ice-cold breeze
teasing thoughts to
see-through lace
lightening flashes and
thunder crashes
or, was that heart’s
beating out of time.
Love has its own vibration
the deeper we fall the
higher we go
its flames reflect upon
the living stream
with tears and sighs to
heal its hurts
and hold us close
in its sea
without the drowning.
A tender kiss to forehead
smiling eyes
re-light the dying embers
and lines without hope
suddenly surprise us
with a new
breath of life.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
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Evolving
January 30th, 2012 § 17 Comments
>How far do we go in
pursuit of dreams
for joy or, passion
around the world
or, just next door to
find the other half
of our lost soul.
Everyone can see when
love-light’s in the eyes
like looking at the stars
they hold a certain twinkle.
In the wild grown meadow
of the mind it’s easy to
procrastinate
to deceive
especially ourselves
we don’t want
(yet we do)
such a complex being
in our complex energy.
We evolve
transform
some become as butterflies
if we try to touch
they simply fly away.
I don’t want to seize it
anymore
So I wait
holding keys to my fate
and let destiny do as it will
after all
tomorrow, is another day.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
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Abstract
January 29th, 2012 § 17 Comments
There are lines of love and glory
circles with red dots
which start at their end
then, which way is up?
(who cares)
Although basically shy
I’ve always tried to be different
have never conformed to what
was considered
(by most)
is the ‘norm’
My one long earring dangles
although, it isn’t forlorn
I could have a pair
but just, like one there.
New fears are born
of not ‘fitting’ into
the confines of others
and concepts of how they
‘think’ we should be.
I say to them all:
I beat my own drum
dance to its rhyme
so what does it matter
if I sing out of time.
I don’t know the Jones’s
and won’t die of shame
if I don’t wear those labels
which make me the same.
Be bold
Be different
Be as abstract as you please
Don’t wear other’s labels
wear your own name
as you please.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
The Painting is by an artist named Wassily Kandinsky.
Not fond of abstract art but, this painting seemed to suit what I wanted to say …lol
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