A Life of Beautiful Days

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A journal written long ago
the book of days I owned
Memories forgotten in a
network of tunnels of the
mind’s most complex maze
suddenly raised back from
the dead as page after page
is re-worn.

Inside the darkness
sometimes struggles go un-noticed
…unpsoken
and,
we come undone
Derailed from lines in those endless
caves and caverns.

Love cuts deep
loneliness even deeper to the core
but,
all railways have stations
a terminus, and
all tunnels have an end
even endless ones.

“Listen to the rhythm of
the falling rain child.
Let it fall soft and wash
you clean.
Look again beyond what you know.
Step out of the dark
into the light and you will
see love still lives its own
life of beautiful days.”

~*~

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Building Bridges

Walk with me where building bridges never ends
along with Paradise in this wheel of
kaleidoscopic dreams.

I’ve traveled near and far
tried to keep love more pure
than any rage could ever do
and there are no shadows
on empty river beds
nor unclear footprints left behind
to fear what lies ahead.

Memories to keep will fold
between pages of a
life that has been worn.

I cannot touch the sadness
where bridges lead into mist
but
will share the falling petals
from the Lotus of my heart
if you join me on the journey
where soft love allows
Heaven’s story to be seen.

~*~

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Life Painting

She came like a thief in the night
seeking my possession.

Sleek

Moving here, there
and, everywhere she moved
my eyes tried to follow
through her sensual dance
with snow.

Ripples from the pen
ride fluidic waves
across a vacant page
filling it with passion
from this heart on fire.

Memories of love beneath
a thousand moons recalled
in a dissonant interval
between the dark and light
of dreams where once, the
river cried
gifting me new liquid
with which to further paint
the canvas of my soul

~*~

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Growing… Life

GROWING LIFE

The most fantastic journey is our voyage
through love, trust and friendship.

Breathing out and
breathing in
fate takes us where it will.

The last whisper we hear is
our truth.

To reach the highest heights
we have to know the
lowest lows and,
this secret path to bliss is
always in
forgiving… the unforgivable.

Shaped by life and
sharpened to cause pain

at last,

the thorns grow weary
…yielding
the sweetness of their legacy
in the beauty of its rose.

Simple, it’s all so
simple… really.

~*~

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