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When it comes to fantasy your still my go to man
late at night as my pillow creases from abuse
I lay there still and let my senses reel
with the touch of your eyes and the brush of your
corpuscle smile...
As morning arrives flushed with the memory
of yesterday's salty dream
I stand at the window staring at a tousled girl
who rims the shadows of an early morning rill
Curtains agape, kitchen lights on,
a fatalistic morning arrives
as I recall the reflections of a warm body
and words, of unspoken feel ;
I unflinch and whisper I love u's ,
to the wind
and the debris,
outside my front yard.
I stand high on a mountain top, a lowly being.......yet elevated in spirit ... reaching
out to a place beyond this world..
Vision impaired I am....yet I see all things otherwise concealed from the naked
eye.
Hearing impaired...yet I hear the whispers of angels........bell-like and fragile
tinkling on the wings of time.
Weakened joints are mine...yet I run and leap as my spirit soars to boundless
heights.
Dry bitter taste in my mouth.....yet I savor flavors on the tougue of my
soul.....Hyacinth..lavender... upon my breath.
Sad thoughts twist my heart....yet boundless joy surrounds me....such comfort to
my soul.
Though tears of regret blind me... tears of joy fill the eyes that look beyond
this earth.
Polluted air fill my lungs ...yet my senses reel from fragrances sublime.
I touch the cold, jagged rocks of earth, sharp and unforgiving.....yet another place
I touch....soft, tender , loving ....a place far away ........Eternity.
Sweet melodies and hushed whispers I hear, but only with the ears of my soul
as I stand between Earth and Heaven......in the space between two worlds.
A spiritual being I am, trapped in a physical mold.
The sound of baroque fills the air
the lively beats one can hear
as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy field
as snow cascade down from cypress trees.
Violins squeak ...Trombones blare
mandolins vibrate the inner ear.
The harp thrills......soft ripples along the narrow stream,
fish jumping into sunbeams.
Cymbals clash , a metallic crash...splintered timbers caught in lightening flash
A silent throb...the music dims... a cool beeze flows over the hills
soothing, drawing all into a warm embrace
calming the spirit , slowing the pace.
The music wanes...... delicate snowflakes stuck to window panes
A Grand finale......twitching nerves that long for solace.
Silence now as the music stops.
Peace follows music sweet.... into dreams.
Baroque music lives on....do not weep.
Sleep now ....sleep.