I do not know anything but that slow
fall aurora over the world and
all the things my love contemplates;
lilies beneath pillow dreams
when rain sounds and
images peek into
all the beings who once were trees.
There is only a day given to me,
a brush stroke,
a turn from pain.
I cross my heart and her blessed fingers
cover mine with serenity.
The words don't fit. They rarely do.
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Beautiful Pamela, I haven’t been around too much, busy elsewhere. I love this piece and how we only have this one moment. To find serenity in that is a true blessing.
Elizabeth
Thanks, Elizabeth. Finding serenity is a blessing.
If only we would all realize this truth that we must not waste what time we have. Life, the world and others are beautiful and we have no time to lose…or hate.
Robin, Thanks for visiting, yes, we should live with blessings in our hearts.
I cross my heart and her blessed fingers
cover mine with serenity.
How wonderful it is to have someone always at hand to offer the desired love and security that many crave. Sincerity in extending good feelings are hard to come by. Wonderful lines Pamelita!
Hank
Hank. I call her hope. I know I am blessed be to here, some others are not so fortunate. Thanks.
Love that ending, Pamela!
Thanks so much, Sara.
There is a sense of this being one moment that can nourish you for many more – so many beautiful images and a sense of having someone looking out for you – lilies beneath pillow dreams was my favourite..hoping you are well xo
Hope and faith keep me together, Jae. Thanks so much.
Gosh Pamela, so beautiful – you certainly wring the soulfulness out here – wonderful writing to me… With Best Wishes Scottie xxx
Thanks, my friend. So very nice to see you here.