The world is a sea of voices all looking to be heard and sometimes sanity comes from those that choose to listen.
Thats why I enjoy Listening as much as I do.
Light
Light
The one small semblance of life.
On the darkest night where no star or moon shines,
Where the only companion strife,
Look to the light for your happiness, search for that subtle knife,
the knife that joins worlds and preserves pasts.
Summoning behind windows a light to shine,
cutting through the layers of this world to that.
Connecting liquid to dream, to hope, to love
filling the abyss, with a spark that eternally lasts.
Design
The cool pale light of sunrise glitteres over the mountains ridge,
the thrush of life fills the air, song seeming to burst open with silence.
The brillance reflecting off the snow capped landscape
the cold not enough to make the man cringe,
he stood surveying the terrain in front of him devoid of violence.
Why was this portion of the earth privileged to such a sweet escape?
Here was peace, tranquility harmony amongst all things.
Gently swings the pendulum
No lives are claimed from war, Only the natural paths that lead,
Death- a friend met at ease, after a life of such blessings.
Details in the Fabric
Missing are the stitches,
familiar they were to our hands that roved.
Denim, Satin, Velvet, Khaki, only the garb switches.
The material met the form underneath and became home.
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Our senese so tactile, created a scope:
Associative to the clothes above, and skin below.
Hands traced and marked, held in place
Stitching together the pattern, fit, and cut,
enraptured by the world’s stunning pace.
Memories tied between the seams of life,
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This outfit,
that,
entangling our moments, in pairs of style.
Will you ever wear the same garb twice?
Or does it change with the wearer in their love, strife and plain clothed life.
(Tumblr wouldn’t let me put breaks in the stanza’s I apologize for the dashes think of them more as stitches.)
