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.
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.
In the quite morning hours you’re near this pool without a soul in site. What do you do? Do you jump in? Look around and take your clothes off and then jump in?
I know what they think, they think I’m drunk and drugged, which makes me feel about ten feet tall and confident, especially since the only drug I’m on is hope.
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.