A fog drifts from The Cliffs of Moher Blanketing the land with a mist - a mysterious allure So green and lush velvet-esk; - imaginary touch A sight that can only be seen from high above And when the spoken word of storytellers, poets and such, - mesmerizing imaginations Wizardry; the enchantment of leprechauns Myth …
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Answers Lie Within 444
Whispers dance in mid-air entwined words gently hover; "I love you" A vibration bounce Wall to window, a distant wind chime; echo's are in unison "I love you" Somewhere between each word, a hint of long ago a song sung; no longer as loud as it once was A powerful sense of light hearted Angels …
Almost There
I am a time traveler and I can drift off with the best of them - or the worst; it just depends, I suppose I suppose when the wind blows across an ocean so vast only the illusion of it fits with a sense of integrity in the palms of my hands; and suppose I …
White Rose Petals
White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …
Cup Of Coffee Drift
Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Beloved Starfish
She moves through everything, tangible or not with light and air uplifting anticipation; which isn't a sin unless you live there Pages turned with care not to disturb the intent or thought; a sacred sanctuary and her heart aches, but letting go is a gift - time honored Silver box unlocked old watches won't rewind …
Wounded
Black and white Polaroid Cracked and yellowed hazy soft Almost saintly images float A past that reflects tunnel vision Hells gate only hope for salvation Only hope for a warm way out A stepping off cutting it short train track Silver bullet high dive from New York’s most revered Deep and dark the pain of …
Pressed Against My Soul
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Time Line Unwind
Late night street lights buzz and flicker almost a bit too much of a slow beat drag slip your hand into mine and lets walk along the river Brooklyn Bridge backdrop illuminating and I can't see past the halo around your head All that glitters isn't gold and baby don't I know it to be …
