The Wishing Wells of Love

Timeless hearts are borne amid a myriad of collectives colourful arrays ~ Yet sometimes I do not whisper soft enough although, when I should While being dipped in these many different hues; a world which paints Myself a soulful muse; that I truly could be most things for all concerned.... Re-tying a ponderings bow of hopefuls moment within this wishing wells Vision; and what is my greatest desires most perfect made dreams?! Holding that of life; warmly and gently within these, forever loving palms Touching everything that their beauties may feel deep inside; tenderly Melting into their worlds emotions; both night and day; a passions ride.... Knowing that we live in a tainted and cynical place; poison for the most In shadows left brushing wings and whom can walk away, unscathed?! But in spite of it all there does so remain, beauty; as a soothing ointment Pleasing aside this guiding breeze; enchanting, its reassuring melody ~ Empathy, compassion, joy, laughter, tears, pain; these beautiful eyes.... Precious and priceless and sometimes I do not whisper, soft enough!? *********************************************************** ....“At The Wishing Wells of Love” *