Autumn Sun
I lay abreast the autumn leaves,
the sun warm against my cheek
and as I gaze into the sky my
soul soars to a heavenly retreat.
Listless the outer being that tries
to understand the meaning of the
moment when the soul took on
the sky to meet its own demands.
One dance,one kiss,
one embrace,
one moment,
one forever,
one love.
~
Somethings are not as odd as you would think, because there is an awful lot of troubled souls born of an evil seed. But you my darling are an unusual and unique breed.Born of love you taught me to understand, trust and believe. You are an extraordinary person, wonderful and amazing and exceptional indeed. Some would call you odd, but I believe you are a rare individual for you have given of your heart and touched me with your soul and revealed with your love what seldom ever see. The sight which I have been given allows for me to view the magic of life through the heavens blue. Odd is what those who cannot recognize nor understand when looking at a one of a kind masterpiece.
odd
–adjective
1.
differing in nature from what is ordinary, usual, or expect
There is comfort in the dream, magic in your touch and a image
that consumes the moment of the one I love.
~
There is a glimmer of hope, a peace within my soul,
and as I reach on out to you I feel the most tender
and peace loving hold.
and peace loving hold.
Your love touches my heart, it heals my troubled mind,
and this uncanny fascination is a moment locked in time.
Transcending beyond the dark of day, I accepted all
your love like a summer moment that shines away.
~
I Cherish the treasure of your undying love,
powerful and enduring it is blessed from God above.
My lips vibrated gently,
they hummed a wordless tune,
but if you listen closely
you will know that it's from
my heart to you.
Soothing the sound which
fills the room, but more
importantly is that it hums
my love for you.
~
I felt the cleansing that washed the sorrow away,
there was something special that made the darkness
fade. I stood in disbelief of the magic in the air and
the love that brought your soul with utmost speed here.
Two hearts, One Love
4 comments:
Rachel
You make odd sound so nice.
Love is a wonderful thing!
Great Blog!
Thank You, but it is really is about interpretation. Some call it a weed others call it a flower, one might call it a work of art and another useless scribble. It really has to do with allowing your heart to view the world around you. The closer you get to the end of a story the more you appreciate previous chapters. You cannot separate one from the other, it is unique only in that it becomes one beginning, middle and end... one life.
Rachel
I definitely want to read more soon. By the way, rather nice design you have here, but what do you think about changing it once in a few months?
lol but isn't life much like Autumn twelve months a year, full of color!
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