Shower spray soothes suffering stunned soul.
Sensitivity’s slippery soap sensation store sends serendipity’s sun,
suddenly subtle cyphered successive subsurface sonar signals satisfaction strew,
strangely satiate, resuscitating successful sentimental sojourn.
Had we not met or had I through disappointment's hole
never slipped, would joyful journey now begun
have taken place replacing splintered parts with whole
validating vibrations verifying unimagined union.
Dreams drive Destiny’s dance despite danger, doleful dole.
Desire dismisses disillusion, delusion; auto-derision’s self-fulfilling fun
flows fluidly through Time's wave bands’ ripple role
pursuing harmonious horizon
untouched, unsmutched, unattainted, as inner reach attains role
reversal, releases control … Story spun.





Sighhh...We have all slipped through that fathomless hole, my dear Friend. The difference is, we have also climbed back out, to ascend into the skies with such beautiful wings such as these. Wonderful penning, Scribe of sanctified sighs.

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