A season within a season, as each color is reborn. Varied shades of yellow to violet and orange. Each color like a rainbow of vision restored, as images of life, is how memories are born.
Distant in thought, I felt severed from my surroundings. Unable to focus on the reality of what is, the embodiment, a separation of body and soul that in essence felt the entrapment of body and freedom of mind for which our spirit explores the world around us.
Hearts dancing, souls enchanting,
To embark on the journey where teardrops are left behind,
is the encounter with loneliness, a meeting eye to eye.
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Farewell
I saw her in the distance through the window pane.
The closer I became, the further she drift away.
I wanted to free her, I wanted her to soar, I
wanted to open the lock upon her door.
I ran so very quickly, I wanted to engage
with the touch of a child in a ghostly stage.
The faster that I reached out, the quicker she
disappeared, the little girl imprisoned
who lived inside of fear.
Visual her being, yet no description
could I tell, apparent is the image
of a child’s last farewell.
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