PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

our love is a stream of conscienceness kept

that is reserved for yet another day

each evening

the music that we hear

is not just musical marks of time

but the fabric we seek

to weave our memories around

and bond us to those who have yet

to even start their own dancing

we are but butterflies

free in an unseeable net

we fly blind in these cages

with no walls

and converse with shadows

layered beneath

blankets so deaf

our lives are all our own

or so we think

until the moment they are taken

or altered greatly

then we realize they never really

were

not really

all along they belonged

to God

we are but the borrowers

of these miraculous vehicles

called human flesh

it is only our spirit selves

that we get to keep forever

ah but how so very lovely that idea

of keeping the rose bud

while tossing the thorny stem

ingenius really

once you really think about it............

(written March 9,2006 1030pm)