She led him through
Spring and summer
He led her through
Autumn and winter
Polar opposites
Finding rhythm
With the
Seasons
She led him through
Spring and summer
He led her through
Autumn and winter
Polar opposites
Finding rhythm
With the
Seasons
It has become
Harder to wake
The mornings are cold
No sunshine heat bake
Fall is beautiful
But brings gloom
Winter’s promise
Sapping everything
Dive down nestle
Deep into covers
Dreaming of spring
Ignoring long nights
Remember summer
Where limbs expand
Unafraid to be exposed
Crisped golden in wonder
Showing truth
Briefly confiding
A trail to follow
If truly interested
Erasing steps
Unsure if valued
Reappearing in
Cloaked costume
Still the same
Heart searching
For where
It is wanted
“Oh, and I am done dancing to alarm bells
No wonder my ears are still ringing
And I am done fighting off change
No wonder my arms are still swinging”
“I think we have already proven that we are worthy.
It’s now about developing trust and new consistency.”
“OMG – NOOOO!
Exactly that which activates my brain injury!”
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(Trying to access lyrics – and bailing!)
Stringing memories of encounters
Like precious pearls on a necklace
She wanted to ask if she could use a flash flare to illuminate the dreamscape’s limits.
Maybe then she could trace the enfoldment and find the hidden portal to bridge to him.
“No more waiting, hoping and praying for love’s grace, in the shadows.”
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(Title of multiple meanings)
The years after his accident, he rarely seemed to care about her comfort or their love bonding.
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The years of waiting for their union, he left her hanging as he avoided pain of the subject.
“Poor love…I never seem to find for you the right resting position.”
She went from too cold and piling blankets with the heating element on – to suddenly too hot and throwing them all off, again.
She usually greatly disliked photos of herself – possibly becauss her youngest enjoyed catching her in extreme, playful expressions where her dimensions would become greatly distorted.
But her nervous tension over the subject diminished when she thought of the prospect of his features also being squished-up happy alongside her.
In fact, the thought made her laugh and smile.
She would rather reach for him in dreams than live a lie with somebody else in reality.
She saw him passing by briefly again, and groaned low wifh frustration and effort as she leaned forward, extending arm and hand attempting to reach for him.
But he was still too far away for the veil to be pierced.
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(Waking up at 3:33am from a dream as passing the veil)
I keep searching for reasons
To keep my head up high
When feeling too low