Two best friends are we,
sitting together so playfully...
we have so much fun,
...
Two pathways for one journey...
a start from two to one
and the journey has just begun...
...
This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
...
Falling droplets from the tree
graced from heaven
they shall be...
...
When self doubt is harbored there...
my mind is a terrible place.
When the pain of love is a deep scar...
...
Walking off into the sunset,
my thoughts and me...
warming to the idea,
of who I am, you see?
...
Pebbles on the shore.
Rocks from the sea.
Their existence reaching back from the depths of time,
An era of another life
...
~The place where one originates from
speaks volumes of one's soul...
To abide in the depth of such history,
...
This thing called love,
a bit far from sane.
Not that we don't get enough,
in fact we live on refrain.
...
With no thought of any doubts,
only faithful certainty...
one ventures forward.
...
Had we not met...
The world would not make sense
Had we not met...
Our Love would go unfelt
...
My love,
My life for you,
like the stars are for the sky,
like the sun is for the day,
...
Reflections of an angular sorts,
keeps one's eyes open
to a multitude of distorts
and a world of design.
...
Motion of colors filter and stream into life...
pinks and greens
blues and whites
shades of all hues blur into each other
...
~I AM~ Truth and honesty. Purity and grace. Kindness and love. Humor and joy. Beauty and depth. Strength and frailty. I am ~Nan~ Some of my poems and accompanying pictures (that I have taken personally) can be found here: http: //thegraceofmywords.blogspot.com/)
Best Of Friends
Two best friends are we,
sitting together so playfully...
we have so much fun,
together as one...
we have so much to give,
we have so much to love...
you are such a special friend to me,
.. our souls..
.. side by side..
both in harmony...
we shall be by each other
no matter the place,
we shall stand as two
but be as one...
hand in hand we will go,
down this path we are on,
forever best friends,
forever as one.
Poetry opens the mind, and frees the soul. One truly feels content within one's self when the words do flow. To allow them to harbor within, confines the being that you are meant to be. Set forth in this journey we know as life, and allow the pen to lay down, the cobblestones of our thoughts.
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