

To Touch A SunsetI stare into the sky On a cool Autumn night. The rolling waves ofTo Touch A Sunset
Oranges, yellows and pinks Do enough to ease the tension From my soul.
A deep yearning flows from my fingertips As I reach out into the sky and try to grasp this light just beyond me. Could I find its touch?
The waves of cool silk would Entrap me in its grasp and captivating presence. The Heavens would open up and the memories of childhood past Would hug me in the wonderful
Rays of perfect white light.
The slow ebb and flow of thread Being pulled to


Speech Of TruthsPerhaps my feeble mind had misspoke... I'd ask it, but how to find the truth!Speech Of Truths
The lies I sold to the world: my futile attempt at fiction.
The deceit you bought of me: tantalizing tidbits of what I wished were true.
Funny when the lies you tell fool even yourself! How do you then set store in your own words?
Easy, it may be, to allow others to forgive you... But to forgive yourself?!
How do you begin to forge this path? How to lay the foundation?


UntitledStaring out of your angel eyes, I struggle to find any beauty Which you may have found in me.Untitled
Weaping through the nights does my soul no justice nor grants my wandering mind any wanting of peace.
I cry for my heart to pound through your veins, the way yours does mine own.
For this feeling to be bestowed upon me, by you or your eyes, I would give my life, my love, Forever.
To have you breathe in my touch and want of it often... I would perish in that bliss!
But your soul will never love, not for me. Not
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-Les nuages voyageurs font des dessins abstraits, ils me parlent de bonheur que jamais je n'entends, je pourrais faire comme eux et partir sans délai, léger comme une poussière, transporté par le vent ~ La comète, Dédé Fortin
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