"Watching The Falling Stars..."A Poem by ChrisGazing into...This started as a comment and grew into its own. “Watching The Falling Stars…”
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picture you standing on a rooftop, arms on the wall edges and leaning... looking out over the neighborhood and evesdreaming of places, and being the
person walking the views behind your eyes.
And age isn't in play - we are all ageless when we do that - stand looking into our abyss.
I
used to stand on castle battlements gazing to seas to countrysides. Seeing places - to go, to wander, to wonder, to dream the dreams of love and adventure, to feel my heart smile, and
afterwards to feel the tears roll down 'til they fell away - when you KNOW they were and ARE just dreams.
People. We want so much, so little, so often, so
seldom… and we laugh and cry, live to die.
Describe the FEEL of the hand - the one you SO want to hold - not a person but the
FEEL of THAT hand within yours and then how YOU feel as you hold it… If you KNOW how - you can sense others, hear
heartbeats, feel them, ever so softly touch and hold them. And miss them, even ones that were never near - strange how THAT works, but reality is where the emotional intensity is
greatest, was greatest, was borne and experienced, was lived and became …ours. Real IS what we believe, perceive, and yet
each of us believe and perceive in our own ways and time. Our mirrors lie - we don’t age til we say we
have and even then, well…
Beauty
is the FEEL of THAT hand - in yours. And
the sheer moment of that feel is the hope and heart we each see with behind our
eyes as we gaze into life’s distance as it nears our own reality.
Chris © 2023 ChrisAuthor's Note
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