Nocturnes By Midnight

NOCTURNES BY MIDNIGHT AND for every memory whose hands have touched my hungry lonely moments; I am always here, between laughter and weeping; singing and shouting. Just today (which I realize is everyday in eternity) I walked across a crack that contained my soul; the sidewalk made of gold. And while I write feeble words to express emotions that are unobtainable the other more whole piece of my heart is sleeping in a distant land; a place where upon the grace of God laid a golden egg that born my true peace and happiness. Her love constructed my world before she was born and before I knew her human name. The indescribable has a song and colors and feelings; the light between swaying branches of a tree; the smell of a new word; the touch of tender sight and undying kisses from a breeze from nature. Knows. And we are the children yet to be born. And some who are grown but dead children. The unknown. :: 09-13-2017 ::