The future seems so hard at times
Although it’s answered prayer
Unfolding futures
Offer no previews,
Are innately mysterious
Have their own rhythm and perfume,
Always leave us guessing.
The future is like a developing cloud
That can build into a thunderhead
Complete with lighting flashes
Or color an evening sky
With rainbow like diffractions of light
Calming jagged nerves.
Always a partner in marriage,
I await my bride at the alter of time,
Whether the music playing be ecstatic or a dirge
The organist has been paid,
The wedding guests have gathered
And many lives await our vows.
Do I love her? Good question!
Like a tsunami approaching the shore
She rushes landward,
As unstoppable as a tide,
How can man say no to lunar phases?
And the future also has its moods,
Blushing like a girl you just kissed,
Withdrawn like forgotten birthday.
But when she nestles in your arms
You can feel her softly purring,
Motor running, she belongs to you.
Brian Johnston
January 30, 2016
After nearly seven years in close quarters none of us truly held
An appetite it seemed to engage within meaningful conversations...
Which was well with myself; they had their beliefs as agendas perhaps ?
Where for the most I was just killing time while hanging out; at least of late
Besides one can always tell from that anothers kiss so to speak; lips were dry
Mute although and pointless these matters; tis better we smile let others save
This frown ? Maleficence never be an option unto the heart whom truly cares
Mesozoic, afore; long ago now as far far away demarcation dismantled her walls..
Ventriloquistic Virtue's, diffractions bending light and that His bow ? Terse love's arrow.
Silky velvets merge silver slides
Cascading lights follow slippery slopes
Diffractions of glory precede the orders of autonomy
As revelations revealing reasoning beyond rationality
Thoughts of beauty transcend caressing in dignity twirling gem pearls singing beneath serene oceans
Scenes of originality unfurl, flickering motions presence in the passions of innocence
While the pleasure of iridescence design dreams drifting perseverance
Fading till thoughts of inception follow the rhythm of music
That gradually surges, settles while in momentum to the peak of its pace…
Lost in stealth's memories evading time's awareness and penetrations from the speed of silence
Where hollow grounds open diverge
To the beginning of the subconscious rebirth
Where moments of monuments cherished will ever collide, rebind
Thoughts crescend, emotions diminuend
Performance of originality in motion while watching the speed of diffractions
Density of processes overwhelm the eruption of commotion
Places unbend, intervals vibrate, communicating the dynamic unison
Where space denies motion’s constant supplies
And the night interrupts them spliced with the joy of the morning
Instead bringing the feelings of spring's blossom, mountain dews and pure honey
While the nights now made to commemorate the fairy tales, stories, energies of territories
of yesteryears
That are never meant to return but told
Are now proceeding on the highlighted prisms obtained, reunited by the painting of the
stars and colors
Marking the continuous rebirth of innocence’s presence, remark…
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