Seen troubled trials most my days
Heard eyelids raised, lowered, then closed appraised.
Diaphanous gowns did their poem-smiles
wear.
Their singing trains follow trail shadows everywhere
aware,
but even the greatest creator, God,
fell down the stairs with this masterpiece.
Darkness lifts the living to a beautiful death.
Like two empty cups trying to fill each other,
grand, soft environs of reversed effort
resurrects psychological beauty .
Paradox of emptiness fills the dead with life.
Viewing songs of hands, signing keys of praise,
Breaking waves, steeple bells awash in rays,
Deep in dark of drunken day, pay and pay.
We had to make someone take notice of
this journey of questions.
See us dancing to no rhyme or reason
or answers.
Fallow fall, away to play.
Brightest minds now turned to gray
We are nothing, but came to say
In God's boundless breezes, even trees pray.
Listen quickly
Shout slowly
Soul sway with open arms of forget
full.
Let life fill your dance
accentuate words like an artists painting faces of their beloved on sacred canvases.
Humility is born in the eye of the signer.
Falling autumn bequeaths its kisses on
the vacumn lake of moon
stilly filled with bliss~
and we "am" peaceful.
Forgotten walls of winter camps;
you came for the sunsets,
but stayed for the unraveling sunrise
of the Pastor who killed himself.
Every wearied,
pure smile of pain whose time has come arrives
unhindered by presence.
Such is the Ode to the Deaf widow
whose every hug is now a prayer.
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~Pamela 
