Harmony calls me home
To places familiar to those alone
Sweet music to my ears
Washed away redemptive tears
Sing your song, my sweet lady
Under the oak strong and shady
My heart forever broken
Before words exchanged or spoken
Forgiveness elusive to one so lame
For my transgression I take the blame
But let me hear that voice once again
Before I say my final amen
For once we believed in love
Created by His grace above
Unspoken words defined our union
As we knelt and took communion
Peter, Paul, and Mary spun on a single turntable
Before our love became a fable
Hearts broken by misery and hurt
Love’s spark now rendered inert
Numbness surrounds two once yoked
Dreams disintegrate up in smoke
For love flowed through my veins
Leave only clots from the shackles and chains
I always enjoyed your poetry for I think they can always be read with such ease and flow. Your sadness rung through in this one. Wish I could write such find poetry.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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This one is so sad, but it is so well-written.
I always enjoyed your poetry for I think they can always be read with such ease and flow. Your sadness rung through in this one. Wish I could write such find poetry.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)