Lessons Learned
On the edge of the leaf, spinning,
Out of control, glistening
Slowly dancing – a waltzlike trembling,
glad to see the hesitation of colors,
graceful as sun’s reflection on the waters,
lakes of melancholic, drifting
soundless and soothed by the twisting, gusts,,
stilled like a feeling, blessed by imaginations,
healed by the Southern sunrise,
a melody of laughing hearts, bruised by twilight,
feelings, flowing on the soft feathers,
crazy nights,
quietly spinning, noiseless feelings bleeding
into the heart, heavy with hope –
pounding, rhythms of light, playing softly,
rushing moonbeams into the stardust effervescence,
soothing echoes,
sighing on the horizon, mountains
grieving for the shadows, in melancholy,
dreading the broken promises,
storybook dreams, pages of lavender lilacs,
embraced by the distant prayers,
fading into the breath, stilling the notes,
journeying past forever,
blazing a trail in the nocturnal,
feeding on laughter that has silenced the dark,
hesitating through the heart,
breaking promises,
pausing in the dreams who assure,
wherever there is light,
there is warrant, exposed in the soul,
music in kisses,
ebony boldness, creating a rhythm,
beautiful as the rain’s steely grace,
sighing on the realms of quiet impressions,
risking the whimsical mysteries,
tears, in flames, roaring
breathing the break, the heart’s scars,
deathlike gray,
praying for the memories,
in hues of soft beating,
trembling, repeating the slow
soft cadence,
tempting the slayer,
who believes and agrees,
ten reasons forever
abides in the gales, swept away,
by the fires of a silence,
still and reflective,
noiseless truths, cultivating,
dreams in moist grace,
liquid listening beyond the praise,
strange as it is amazing,
bonds of light, softly gazing,
into the moon, the stars erasing,
dismal whispers, sighing,
existing because we have finally heard,
the music in prayers, the tone
an easy blend of hope and heart,
forever cultivated by the nights
who remind me why – love,
and love alone,
is the reason for the seasons,
the promise in the mirror,
the joy in a sigh,
the breathless knowing,
passing by,
coloring the days in tempting haze,
erasing the dreariest tones,
pouring the dream of silence,
a nature arising,
ambience of enlightenment,
unreal, but defined,
by the praises that slide from the night,
hesitating and bleeding life
through the hearts who believe,
forever, the seed
assuring that the soul who is wise,
abides in the grace who is alive,
because God sent His Son to decide,
where the blood falls,
rains down oceans of comfort,
reassurance that – even the dream,
the picture of defeat,
the most surreal fantasy,
is wiped away by His sincerest grace,
the reason I can say – forever,
is the place where spilled blood,
will be the prayer’s answer for me!
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Regina Mcintosh
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