Meanings

 

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Meanings.

Ancient objects looked down and smiled,
Before they bid adieu to the night that shown them bright,
Oh’ how wonderfully innocence filled we all slept,
As the light day brought, sprouted out and all around spread.

Beautiful things, pretty people and all events they both made,
Woke up in hurry some still half asleep walked, bathed and ate,
Many went to their work; some helped those who went,
Some slept more, then sat, ate and sat again in research of laziness.

I woke up my day from a dreamless sleep and asked,
“Do I have the fortune of love today?
Or the misfortunes of another day?
Or do I have pleasantness in meaningless hours I spare?”

The air stayed still and my breath disturbed its peace,
Time in a frequency spoke I heard not, the heart understood none,
Oh’ the vibrations from my heart and the charges from my brain,
Filled the air with questions, none understood well to answer.

Actions and thoughts O’ left a man astray and none noticed,
Life moved like a serpent with venom-filled fangs of negativity,
Time O’ time an enemy that left arrows of fire that burned the past,
Meanings searched only left the air unbreathable with “Why” questions.

And leaving all, in the heartbeat imaginations ran after threads,
Threads that vibrated through time and space uninfluenced,
Capturing threads steadily and in purls and knits weaved dreams,
And in each and every purl and knit I left a heartbeat of love.

The roads mind far beyond the speed of light travelled,
Ah’ nothing seen, just a feeling of a meaning,
Meaning that needs no light or darkness to understand,
That meaning unrolled from the purls and knits left a smile.

Smile that lifted a falling dream to the heights of reality,
Where two souls thriving in simplicity to be found,
And they found meanings of each other eye to eye.
Love has found its meaning exalted once more.

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Scents Of An Undying Spring.

 

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 Scents Of An Undying Spring.

Holding on to a dried flower for so long,
Ah’ many spring times around me passed,
And away into time past forever buried.

Leaving no memories of any color in mind,
Dried maybe the flower in my hand,
The scent from every nose may have left,

But died not the flower in my soul,
As color and scents of spring with her spread,
Better than all the springs went by unnoticed.

Remembered I the dance of the dust in winds,
Summer heat and the wraths of the thunderstorms,
Oh’ all competed to gather the memory of my love.

Summer left shades under trees where I sat,
As the thickening air burned the tree tops in fury,
Every fallen leaf wept a drop of tear in sadness left,

Ah’ by the unaccepted love I told to a girl I love.
The hurried winter flurries eluded me to fall and melt,
The frozen frost upon trees sat, giving winds a cooler touch.

The Sun, Moon and Stars witnessed the space and time that left,
Life recycled and brought nothing new to the love of mine,
Freshness of the felt love only sprouted words of that old song.

“Died not the flower in my soul,
As color and scents of spring with her spread,
Better than all the springs went by unnoticed.”

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A Truth In The Beauty Of All Images.

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A Truth In The Beauty Of All Images.

Lost my mind in the twists of a soul,
Time collapsed into the dark of that day,
And through the wind and then through the light,
I searched and searched for a way to you.

You twisted and twisted in your search,
From soul to soul you thought,
And thoughtless became your life in obsession,
To prove me wrong, to defeat my romance.

In every beat of your heart you found a rhythm,
To dance through every emotion that touched,
And your whole life became a theatrical masquerade,
In it you lost the reality, the heart beat you found was mine.

Run, run and run you will in the same ways from oneself,
Ah’ conscience became a relentless hunter,
That hunted your obsessions to almost extinction,
But you relentlessly fought and fought and ran again.

All the colors of material life you painted,
All the screams of material life you shouted,
All the chasing and hiding to bury a silent truth.
A truth in the beauty of all images you know,

That truth is your love for me.

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