Window shopping for day dreams
Looking in from afar
Translucent obstructions separating life from reality drift away
Vantage points open up despite closing eyes
Cool breezes awaken my spirit
Hope for tomorrow draws me in
An invitation happily accepted
Guessing life lines through wind storms
The delayed blessings of painful messages lie hidden beneath the sand
Recalling yesterday’s forever, an eternity that ran its course
Never ending darkness eventually turns to light
Cupped ear, I strained to listen
Difficult to hear above the silence
Not an echo of chaos, of life
Just me, engulfed in white space
Afloat, enjoying the peacefulness of the lull
A fleeting reprieve
Breathe
Slowly inhale our love as we surround you
Filling your lungs with family
Long exhales, releasing fear and anxiety
Creating space for another breath of us, of life
Eyes closed, breathe, calm your nerves
We are here, by your side always
A fern leaf separates pages in a book
An inscribed name in wet cement, I was here
Carved initials in an old forlorn tree trunk, you are not alone
A yellow bow tied to a branch, finding our pathway home
Circles run in opposite directions
Grains roll slowly between, following before they fall
A pinch turns empty, motion and inertia stop, waiting – listening
The space between the first turn and your voice draws closer, gaps begin to close
Hope falls lightly from above
Steering wheels and dusted horizons
Straight lines bend, unmapped, trail off in the distance
Beneath watercolored brush strokes, I linger
Cloud swatches painted on blue skies sing hallelujah
Hallelujah, I embrace
A new day, I rejoice
Painted bridges drip water colored pathways off canvas walls
French banquets, set, lay waiting for guest’s arrival to rejoice
One thousand miles from lavender, scents brush taste buds gently, stirring reunion’s anticipation
Homecoming embrace, someday, rejoining connections lost to time
I find myself in crimson forests
With shading trees casting wide nets
Capturing me, seeking relief from the sun
While rays reach out, dropping delicate hints as if to remind me
That we will be together once again
In time
Green grows the passageways
Dangling ribbons brush against my chest
Pollen mists gently sprinkle at my feet
Raising forgotten moments, unearthed at their touch
Walking through cloudy walls, hazed eyes for clearer views
Inhaling deeply, my lungs longed for this embrace
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