There is a difference between words and words injected with emotion. The first one hundred poems have a place, as it seems separate from the rest of my writings' With the various new pieces on display the same pieces still draw the most attention. My promise, cup between 2 friends, where dreams begin. There is no doubt that a person who had so little interaction with people saw the world differently than the woman who can now drive into town, meet a friend for lunch, etc writes a little differently. Am I different? I like to think I have grown as a person and a writer.
We try and keep the various emotions intact through hope, faith and love. I believe our journey spiritually and physically take various paths. Souls that connect and interact on a spiritual level see the world and the experience through the inner window of the heart. I found life troubling as the chapters of life have a way of merging together into a blur, with no real beginning ending to each one.
Cracking the combination of the heart,
reveals truth in each click.
~
Teardrops like rain
quickly flood the soul
while cleansing the heart
to remove the old.
No sorrow or sadness,
no dark skies of gray,
this canvas of life is
blue skies all the way.
~
Close your eyes,
open your heart,
you are here in my arms
snuggling for life.
You are the love
in my mornings
and there in my night,
holding you close is
a true delight.
Close your eyes,
open your heart,
you are here in my arms
snuggling for life.
Feel the heart
it beats for you
on this cloud of dreams
that waits to come true.
~
I rarely sleep through the nights anymore.
Which just reinforces the fact that the mind
never truly shuts down. You are my morning,
daily and nightly thoughts.
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