Look upon my face and
Allow yourself to step
Within the essence of my soul
I am but a moment
Captured in time
Brought to life by touch
Of Artist's brush allowing
The poet now before you
To invision and express an artform
Different than your own
Only a whispered image
That finds my voice within
The soul of who places
These words
That are now before you
Is who that now dwells searching
Engulfed within feelings of
Remorse and saddness where
Stroke of brush has placed me
To find interpretation this day
Or ...
Are the steps of inserted image
Moving away from the chill
Of past and present heartache
Footfall slow to move beyond
~~~
Spirit weak to find the way
Breaks forth the sun
From mourning mist of dawn
Held long the heart
In shadow's dark refrain
Arise fearful soul to rebuke
Thy pain of nights held silent
Within lonely tears
Dare fate to quench
The heart of joyful song
As once again in hand . . .
The rose appears
Words written by my hand
Now years ago
Placed within a moment
It would seem of new horizons
To be called upon
And a chapter
Somehow needing to be closed
I sit today wondering the
Circumstance that caused the muse
To write the words
Forgotten is the reason
Of their first origin
Yet somehow they reached to me
To be found and placed once again
Speaking to me the promise of ...
This too shall pass
Remaining within the chill
I reach to step beyond
What is the now
Images of gray
Beckoning entrapment
Of the warmth of sun
To find a way to be stepped beyond
Breaks forth the sun
From mourning mist of dawn
Held long the heart
In shadow's dark refrain
Arise fearful soul
To rebuke thy pain
Of nights held silent
Within lonely tears
Dare fate to quench
The heart of joyful song
As once again in hand ...
The rose appears
A whispered assurance
This too shall pass
... This too shall pass
Peace be unto you my friends
Music
Silk Roads ~ Kitaro
This is but one in a series of
Stepping Beyond The Picture
Titles I will post
Each unrelated to the other
Except that each picture
Has found a way for me
To step within so that I can
Step beyond
Different visions
Different feelings
Each touching my heart
And hopefully your own
As well
I run out of superlatives on this work.....Truly touched me deeply. I don't usually listen to music when reading but this added to the words.
Just excellent work....
I am so glad
That you have dropped in
To meet a new face
And experience a new heart
Come along with me as
Aspiring Angel speaks to
Me in whispers that brings
Her thoughts to live.. more..