Gone are those days of gentle contemplation, where nothing seemed real but the day that faded into evening light. A struggle to reach beyond, all those things I thought I knew but never understood them to be true .
Barely a moment, just a moment, so it seemed in quest for timeless love a prefect beginning were never winter becomes my spring just, a moment to lie my head upon your couch that is all I need. Yet I want to see, feel, cry and laugh, just know before winter once again covers the glen. .
Reflections mirrored in my tears strained with hope, I watched and waited, and winter came and covered the glen. I grew old, mirror I grew old. The spring brought more than life blooming; the war had come to an end.
I awoke moist breath upon my cheek , a childs lipps between the pinwheel. Winter came no more upon the glen he came home and I cried knowing ill never ever be alone, I cried you have become a man. They brought you home to your glen.
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warms me to experience this through your words
but also the beating of her hearts worry weighs heavy
a hard place to be for our children...and the child
Peace & Inspirations
Vickie
Cryssa
Connie
Regis
Intimate and fluent, the style so appropriate for the moment and for the feelings eloquently delivered.
John
Thanks for sharing and caring!
P.S. Welcome to AD!
Much Love,
Always!
Margaret
George
Warmly,
Sage