The curve of my line
Falls like dominos in reverse
One step leads to the next
And I find myself standing upright
Until the next sigh from the flower to the wind is released
Letting me know it’s ok to lie down
The sound of lullabies that my eyelids cannot resist
Sends pieces of peace along the jagged edges
Soothing the fall for now
Open palms
Reveal lifelines deep and long
Tracing memories
Searching for now
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Deep in silence
Fingertips inch across rings on trees
Counting years takes seconds
Where did time go
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Measuring life
Longer behind than ahead
Cherishing moments
An embrace of yesterday and tomorrow
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Originally posted July 2, 2020
Running on roof tops of moving trains
Intermittent leaps and bounds
Balance and timing, partners thrown together
Wind’s resistance against my face, a connection without a choice
Limited runways, a blur in time
To slide, halt or press
Questions lacking answers
No time to decide
Just go
Background hints remain among the fringe
Soothing voices linger with each footstep
Obscure connections exist only in the grey
Sweeping leaves in whirlwinds, I remain
Harmony’s smooth surface
Reflections off the curve
Sunlight bounces from scene to scene
Yesterday’s mirror found in a random moment of the day
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I can’t hold myself back
Stepping into photographs one foot at a time
Poloroid frames no longer fit in my hand
The feeling of yesterday all over again
The light at the edge of the moon
Sirens call, yet I resist the urge
It lures without lifting a finger
The sweetness of its voice is enough
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It’s daybreak somewhere else, not here
I cast a line hoping to catch a glimpse
Warm rays, a welcoming embrace
Waiting, new beginnings to partake
Falling down
Tumbled thoughts
Scraped precious moments
Rolling downhill
.
Flailing arms push pause
A suspension of time
Frozen frames grip mid air
I’m holding on
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Silence pools at my feet
I begin to catch my breath
But the sound of my voice breaks
And I find myself falling all over again
Quiet silence
Thick enough to muffle my thoughts
But not enough to mute voices in my head
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Cracks on ceilings stare down from above
Watching me watching them
Making me wonder what else is cracking inside
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Dawn rests miles away
Waiting for my slow walk to fall at its feet
Step by step I keep walking into eternity
Paper cutouts flitter in the wind
As watercolored messages blend with passing clouds
Petals cling to childhood memories, releasing melodies into the sky
Nostalgia inhaled with each deep breath
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