A sheepish persona traversing slender actions unseen
The spirit of something Divine
Gifts treasured in a blanket of internal sanctuary
Blossoming features of duplicity
Graves marked only by the people who visit them
Time carries on in limited disclosure
Regrets come from a placid place of inner knowledge
Trying to break from complacent postures of indifference
Kissing the honey lips of silence
Or maybe a prophetic symbol of the time at hand
Which power divinely empowers you?
Travel with the lightness of spring in gypsies poses
Every step a deeply seeded secret—a gift
What to pass on and what to keep personal and private
Neil Diamond sings “Stones” in a meter oftime unparalleled
Creeping into the places not yet protected
Keeping close to the heart of your soul—today—always
Will you play me like a record?
With all the scratches and skips as in days of past times long ago
The flesh and the spirit collide—responsive to the true nature of life
This is what hangs on my heart
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