Connections

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Bones groan from arctic chills
as snow swirls.
Curls its trance of silent dance
around thoughts of love
in winter.

Did I lose or gain?
The answer truly doesn’t matter
for, love always remains.

Whispering waves will acquiesce
cover with translucent ice
still allowing scenes below
where sorrow of winter’s
hushed deep sleep doesn’t
truly ever reach.

A legacy of memories
told in flashback, play
Of remembered songs with
words which hug like arms
renewing strength and energy
released from fears’ old
and worn familiarity.

In deepest meditation
I walk the tunnel
a ready volunteer
to bask in ambient light
not afraid of seeking
inspiration there
for all that I am
and, ever hope to be.

In that place
of blessed sanctuary
I speak the language of Angels
without the need of voice or
physical touch to impede such
incredible connections
of meeting

Soul to Soul.

~*~

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Shared with With Real Toads Mary’s Mixed Bag – Connection (Great prompt)

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

18 thoughts on “Connections”

  1. in my view, this is the nugget:

    I walk the tunnel
    a ready volunteer
    to bask in ambient light
    not afraid of seeking
    inspiration there

    yes, yes, yes!

  2. It’s a gem of a song! That’s how i see it. With love as a reminder we connect profusely to those of a similar like. It’s something precious that you had rightly said so. Great write Bren!

    Hank

  3. Whispering waves will acquiesce
    cover with translucent ice

    Top writing. A very moving look at the permanence of those connections that matter most.

  4. Curls its trance of silent dance
    around thoughts of love
    in winter. . . . Thank you for this glimpse into love. As William Penn said long ago in his “Fruits of Solitude”: “They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
    Death cannot kill what never dies.
    Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
    If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
    Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
    For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
    In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
    This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.”

  5. One of your best, kiddo. Deeply beautiful. Reading it put me into a meditative state of my own. It builds and builds and the last two stanzas really bring it Home. A gorgeous read!

  6. How I love this one, Bren. The mood is solid and steady, the spirituality sings throughout. The last stanza is delightful, and could stand alone. Although, I really like it where it is just now!

  7. Yes, connections last forever … just like that … lovely thoughts, Bren … thank you, sister … Love, cat.

  8. love always remains…great truth that…love that last bit as well…you are right words are not necessary to speak in that connection…this felt good int he reading…smiles.

  9. Lovely poem Daydreamer Too, like the last stanza “without the need of voice or physical touch to impede such” a true connection made for sure.

  10. Yes, Bren, thank you again for the reminder that love always remains….that it is as close as our memories and to be found in those old familiar sounds as well. Connections last, cannot be severed by the grave. And in meditation one can always meet.

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