Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
Men lament that they have no time to do things
needed being done.
Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for
Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me
and playing a beautiful symphony with the
Quietly whispering tunes in imagination,
letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories,
sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six
of us sisters.
Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence.
Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets.
Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
Looking through tears of a lifetime,
looking out of fear, seeing inside
that being with God is so precious.
Languid, solo, nothing to limit or set up obstructions in this brain for it's always open and absorbing every note into a photographic memory.
Music now beginning to rush and charge quietly into the night, leaving no room for sadness or sorrow for a positive placating feeling eases all stress and turmoil.
Scratching at the surface, watching for signs of innate life, still alive and realigning itself with all new properties and designs, fitting themselves into patterns.
Seeing all the depths being fathomed in formulas and equations, becoming particles of a new energy, being assembled inside my mind and being.