Notes About The Poem
Written July 19, 2023
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Reading Between the Lines
Just like a wish, whimsical as it stirs dreams and trembles with the rhythms of hope, my heart anticipates the beautiful in a setting sun, a rising moon, a glistening star who abides on the nocturnal sea of memories. This is where my spirit concludes that the healing has begun, just beneath the succulent host of promises, the vision pleading with joy, the mysterious muse coloring the heart in hues of laughter, fantasy, so satisfying and breathless, like the wind.
In a still smile, joy resonates the kiss. In a hungry hug, the embrace of light. In the music penetrating the dreams, there I find the meaning of spiritual, the uplifting soothing away the darkness and portraying all the wonder in a heartbeat. Messages fall, unburdened, from lips who mean to reveal the serenity, the sincerity, the sensational sounds breaking through in timeless letters.
Letters who believe. Letters who weave a history and a future. Letters who hold the meaning of love and beauty, life lived and life done. Life lingers in the letters folded quietly beneath a pile of lessons only meant to persuade meaning from the cracks in the heart, the breaks in the soul, the fractures just small crevices where the feelings leak light and love, light and love so amazing it fades from the spirit in memories and misgivings, erasing the quiet and piecing together faded quilts of insight.
In words, we mingle yesterday with today and paint the details into the moments when hearts believe. Yes, believe… just believe. Where letters left off with a sweet goodbye, the message has just begun to deliver the spirit from doubt. Relief comes in the implication of a smile, the message far clearer between your heart and mine, the two who confide the meaning of the message burning in the details, the significance of the details threaded together by moments breathing rhythmically, gracious and gifted. Like a fire, the illusion is read between the lines. Between the lines, where wonders are fed by tears, fears and waves of desperation. Between the lines, where feelings blend with life and feel the promise, the hope, come to life… between the lines.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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