We’ve parted many times before and thru the dimensions of time our souls have remained connected.
She dances in a sunny meadow, clad in shades of yellow and pink and orange. A splendid, shimmering peach-colored robe. A wan golden haze surrounds the meadows at dusk.
Souls are the separation of spirits and passion.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
The family tree, the foundation of freedom is on the decline.
I see you in vivid color, alive and refreshed.
I see you seeing me, Fearfully, Beautifully, Tearfully.
Hearts are meant to be broken and tattered. Valentine’s Day does not prevent that.
A pause that will enlighten the soul and bring the reader closer to the written word and then gently engulfs in a special dream.
Love is scaring and scaring is love. Something will always touch us in ways that we don’t realize.
’ve been so deep in thought while walking from one room to another that when I got to my destination, I forgot why I went there. My inner thought captivates then catapults me to other places.