Gentle in the night
smoothed yet rough our thoughts give way
slipping into the edges
unseen yet felt
reading the surfaces with eyes closed
waiting on the precipice of a dream.
Seeking answers we search
where the colors meld into trapped corners,
we notice what lay unseen
as we had walked by sky gazing
unaware what lay off to the side patiently waiting,
crumbs of truth lingering in the shadows
we plucked them up,
spiriting them away in deep pockets
the essence of thoughts
we deem worthy.
The ears wait to hear new ideas
as our hands touch the spaces between
softening the concrete feelings
the powdered remains will fall away
becoming one with the wind
we inhale each others essence,
absorbing the emotion spent
as learning doors open to give entry
to the seeker of the silence
nestled down into the throes of dreams
relaxes and lets itself go
to slip into the depths
of the peace of bluest oceans
far, far away where a blue tomorrow lay.
thank you again Sue, I appreciate your kind words ❤
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Becoming one with the wind, seeking silence, is something I so enjoy doing Kim..
Such a beautiful thought you textured so well my friend..
Love and Light xx ❤
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Written like a true seeker of the silence. I made me think of all those who post their poems on the wind – or do I mean their blogs…
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Ah! So beautiful! Such a deep pleasure to read your poetry!
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Dreamland….never quite what we expect; anticipated yet unpredictable; always an other-worldly adventure worthy of exploration. Thanks, Kim!
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Beautiful, ethereal images that make us breathe deeply, Kim. Your poetry is always so lovely! 💓💕
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Lovely as usual Kim.
Before january fades away: Happy new year.
Lots of joy and health.
Your friend
Brian
(Back from Asia…)
🙂
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Beautifully written.
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Love it.
‘Waiting on the precipice of a dream…’ brilliant.
❤ ❤ ❤
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Sublime
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Your ‘far,far’ is too ‘close,close’
Apart from that the words were beautiful and moved me (I was in the other room).
G:)
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Quintessential goodness… beautiful, Kim:
“we inhale each others essence,
absorbing the emotion spent
as learning doors open to give entry
to the seeker of the silence
nestled down into the throes of dreams
relaxes and lets itself go
to slip into the depths
of the peace of bluest oceans
far, far away where a blue tomorrow lay.”
Beautiful.
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