On the edge of life

Ending a love, but finding yourself in the language of your heart. Standing strong.

Fog lights on painted faces we see unclear in moments of clairity.

Turbulant storms find homes in our hearts.

If but for the sake of memories we grow faint at heart..

Believe in what you cant see because the future is never ending.

Find love in the dimmest hour.

Digging deep with breath held stand on the edge of life and let the song of your heart be yelled

Across yellow skies,

     and autumn moonlight.

Shine the light from the love of your heart..

   no matter how meaningless the meaning may be...

Because whats meaningful to you,

     Means different to me,

But likewise with like minds we find the meant to be in between.

Curtains pulled closed,

   We grow closer than what we intend us to be,

Seeing rays of sunshine,

Over the horizon on the decending night sky.

Grow with light and see the sunshine.

With the possibility that talk might be cheap,

But conversations are worth having..

For the sanctity of communication has no price tag.

Promises of tomorrow yet to have happened,

Theres no bump or curve too high or daunting to take with out fun being had.

So shell up our hearts.

Build our walls higher with mortor from cheap concrete... chipping and cracking.

Unwritten letters to a love not yet lost, ...

A revalation to a revolution of creative juices bled out in tears on mother lifes door step.

A genesis to genocide inspiration written in cryptic memories encypted in egyptian manuscript.

Translated into hopes of memories lost with beginings where endings felt like a loss.

Breathe breaths of life into minds elevated into angelic heavens.

Grabbing hands in strength of natures love making,

   Where eye sight blinders are takin off.

I stand alone on top mount Zion,

I watched the wind blow secrets into daisy encrusted bushes.

I watched Bee's dance in the polination of mother natures love making.

While I took in deep slow inhalations of God's perfected creation of planet earth,

As the gravel of live encompassed the passion of my heart in between my toes.

I felt the tears of God,

   Kiss the skin of my cheek as the rain poured down on the trees.

As they danced in swayed against the the breath of the earth,

   While it spoke softly to me.

My soul though not at peace I manage still, to take in natural beauty at its peak