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.
Grandparents are nothing more than old codgers that see life from a different time. As the sun sets, so too does the knowledge of that lifetime.
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.
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.