Presence Of Her Love

Poems Of Hope, Spirits, The Book Of The Dead

by Cliff Rhodes

 

Presence Of Her Love

05-30-2012

 

Whoa, what a beautiful presence of her love!

Enamored with her particular phenomenon, I am won.

What made me curious about her expression and her feelings?

Reality sets the mark, because she is the dream of dreams.

 

No other lover has captured my heart with a smile.

Eyes suddenly bright, then sadness makes her cry.

Momentarily, it lasts only a minute, then fades to laughter.

Fantastic is the light that gleams from her past.

 

She remembers only those good things, letting sadness go free.

Feeling that it is not worth the cost, the past fades suddenly.

Musical mixes of colorful rythms emerge into fantasy.

Leading strongly into her committments, she brings light to family.

 

Lord has blessed this woman in her habitation.

Living among us all, she glides amidst our visitations.

Dream the dream of a bright future of mental migration.

Lay upon the astral plane all your complicated miscommunications.

 

Sorting out mental vibrations, good or bad, is a divine concept.

Lessons of depression seek out original myriads of light receptors.

The presence of her love leaves a remarkable imprint on our souls.

Lonliness vacates, apathy passes, and compassion makes us whole.

  

Author's Note

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