I have been running a lifetime
but never getting very far,
there is an anchor placed heavily
weighing down on my heart.
The journey sometimes blurry
as the cross roads fade away,
and I find myself circling
on the same path each day.
Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
I have been running a lifetime
but never getting very far,
there is an anchor placed heavily
weighing down on my heart.
The journey sometimes blurry
as the cross roads fade away,
and I find myself circling
on the same path each day.
Tears fall,
they say it all.
Wish and want
that you might call.
Heart break
may never heal,
but in my dreams
I have it all.
I must have needed you,
you're a mere thought away
as in my dreams I emailed you
just to say "Hello, how are you
today?"
The connection undeniable
but age is creeping by,
I wish we had the time together
you and I side by side.
Maybe it is one sided,
as sometimes it can be,
so i close my eyes to be near you
and kiss you sweetly.
Somethings fade away
or soften with life,
but you will remain apart of me
until the whispers end this life.
I have died a thousand times,
"how is that possible " you say?
for every moment that you are not here
another piece of me fades away.
I tried to deny it
as many have come and gone,
the connection that united us together
is still the strongest of bond.
There is no replacing
no stand in will do,
when our hearts came together
the dreams started anew.
Distance can't stop it
it's magical in its own way,
as filters throughout life
and before us lays.
I needed to tell you
and wanted you to know,
that something inside me
just couldn't let go.
Interlocked like two as one
it was clear to me it was more than love,
not just a journey or a path we are on
something told me it's where I belong.
Running fast and running far
with a half beaten broken heart,
unrealistically it's been said
that not all stories have an end.
Chapters on chapters
and one to one,
the words are written
in the heavens above.
Running away
with my feet standing still,
trying to get away
but everything has been up hill.
No one beside me
no matter how I tried
my hand is empty
with only memories in my mind.
Gazing out the window
at a moon free night,
all I see are the clouds
that have haunted me
through this life.
I once felt the magic
and then I let it go,
this journey of darkness
has me walking it alone.
Make your peace with the Lord,
let his realty come through,
as the only thing we are sure of
we always knew.
In this life there is no guarantee
to wake up each morning and breathe,
I take this time to tell you true
that I will always love you.
It takes a lifetime of experience to truly understand
and a special kind of person to hold your hand.
There are tears and laughter along the way
and the strength of love to get us to this day.
It has been told " with age comes wisdom"
and I certainly must agree with them,
as I look back on my yesterdays
I realize I'm a piece in this life long game.
There is a lesson to be learned
even if we feel we've been burned,
for this much I can say is true
"the day we stop learning in this life
we are through."
There is one sky above us
though we are far apart,
the galaxy filled with stars
and a moon uniting our hearts.
You are always with me,
a mere thought away,
like a kiss from the heavens
where sweet dreams are made.
~
I believe the journey was written
by someone other than me,
from the first day we are born
you know there will be a few thorns.
I might have a choice
but something harnessed my voice
and I don't think you could hear
my whispers of love.
~
Just to wake up in you arms
and feel the beat of your heart,
that is all I would ever need
and to you I quietly plead.
The visions of sweet
bring you ever close to me,
if only in my dreams
via the warmest memories.
~
People don't understand
that this is part of God's plan,
to reveal in its own way,
the love that heaven made.
The tears swell from inside
as the memories toy with the mind,
a reminder of what could have been
as the loss is truly a sin.
~
I can't see the sunrise this morning,
the trees of late summer block with green,
the clouds of darkness are hanging low
and the chill of a new season screams.
There is an ache that resides in my heart
and a emptiness that leaves behind a void,
it might be why I have this awful dream
where I'm running to a place I've never seen.
It plays over and over in my head
so much so that it seems so very real,
like a dagger straight to my heart
that is how vivid the dream is still.
Doing what is right,
looking towards the light,
the road before us
has trouble in its sight.
Reaching out to hold you,
pulling you so ever near,
my worried heart's in need
without you there is just fear.
There were strangers
and a place I couldn't identify,
as it all appeared to me
through a silly dream.
Each day I try to understand
but the reality is so,
that the images just won't
even let me go.
I was running
but no one was waiting,
except those strangers there
they daily reappear.
The old cliché comes into play.
" alone in a crowded room "
so I go about reviewing the dream
and wondering just who are "they"
I was running
with no place to go,
and the images were
clearly so
I see the day in a different light,
nothings changed in the battle of life
it's not always easy to explain
but it feels like a storm of hail and rain.
They say this is the time to rejoice
but somehow I feel empty without voice,
as if no one is listening and somehow
a part of me is internally missing.
I spent my life trying to get away
and anchored I foolishly stayed,
most things come to an end
a lesson taught by a so called friend.
Reaching up for your hand
but the void must have been the plan,
I constantly struggle to understand
but I seem to deny the truth.