| Soft foot Prints |
Jun 10, 2008 9:50 am
156 Views |  | Soft foot prints dished the fine beach sand while the deep scent of wild roses that cascaded the path lingered for lifetimes in my soul.
From your line of sight, can you see me?
Do you know?
I wonder if anything is real.
The diamonds of sparkle make up your eyes, and you turn knowingly to grant me a smile. Treasured for time, forever in my mind.
The day was hot, sunny and humid, the ocean breeze was cool, comforting and assuring.
Forever knowing traces of you, yet beyond the realm of mine.
Sadly, I face the challenge of solitude.
Reaching out without a voice.
Holding on, without changing
We tread past the wake of youth
Knowing that the promise comprises our entirety.
My boat started hard this day, I wondered how far I would go.
Once idling smoothly, I un-clipped the mooring, had to go.
Within my sight I witnessed beauty, within my heart I felt alive.
The ocean brought my surrender, as fighting life is so hard.
How long must this be?
Can the answers I seek take me, to me?
I’m told to build my life to my own dimensions, yet blinded I seem, and hold not the vision.
Back at work, awake in life, but is this where I shall live, breath, and die?
I think not!
As We all must go, to maintain the flow.
We press on. |
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