Time washes over all
Seeming to leave us in thrall
And yet, a door opens;
A window is found
To make it feel somehow sound.......
The essence of me
My spirit, you see
(Not the flesh.
which began to decay
From that first moment
On my birth day.)
The light that fills my heart;
The joy that grounds my mind;
The voice that leads my soul;
To dance and dream.
These things are me.
Would you fly away?
Come again another day
And find I'm still the same?
Of course not, you'd say.
The light would change
The joy would grow.
But the voice,
That will remain true.
I'll continue to dance,
Only a new dance it will be.
I'll continue to dream.
The visions flowing in a stream;
Stronger more vivid as life imitates fantasy.
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Written May 21st, 2005
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After all isn’t love just a daily rediscovery…
Of the reasons and the why…
A very beautiful poem… your pen gives voice to such silent thoughts as only a poet could do….
Peace Abel
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I love the two areas that you categorized your poem in: Love, Hope, and I read both woven beautifully into your words.
This has such a sweet rhythm and flow, and it is such an enjoyable read. Thank you for this.
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