Memories sit near and far
But await the creation for new.
We leave behind lost hopes and dreams askew.
A passion is born again, this time of year,
although short lived, but it is you who decides it's destiny.
So dream and wonder, let your heart
Lead the way and grasp so tight ,
at this life you live,
don't ever let it go astray.

Lying here in this quaint room, with thoughts to roam as they please.
My body stuck with the need to move,
not wanting to stay grounded in the comfort of these sheets.
All winter I was content, in just letting things just be, but today, today, it's like a switch turned on in this body of mine, that is not used to this rush of life, for it is daylight savings time.
An awakening of the soul, from its dormant state.

Stale air takes the stage in this office,
With the dust of many conversations held.
Many come in  broken down and disheveled.
These exchanges primarily hold premise about getting away from
the void that they have carried for far too long.
It has left pieces of them scattered, for others to collect.
In time these souls learn to put themselves back together in hopes
That they might not break again and in the process heal inside.
An lifelong battle but a worthy one.

Ever growing;
The soul is feasting,
taking intentful steps toward the infinite.
The march leads us to transcendence.

These tears I cry aren’t meant for you
They are for the girl I long to return to
The girl with dreams that carried her away
To ideas of travel and love and to change the world,
but something led me astray
My heart demands that I return to that little girl ,who I held so close.
My heart screams and tugs, unable to ignore, who I was once before.
I’m taking my power back, the power of a girl.
I take her hand and make sure to never leave her behind.

Pressed so tight, in prayer, in thought,
To silence my mind, and to find what has been lost.
I search and search to have that void filled,
Feeling no closer to reaching the still.
Hands are the gateway or so they say.
To truly surrender, one must pray.
So I will keep this conscious contact, never losing hope, in the divine.

Aharris  11/2015

Wading; feeling the tides come in and go,
just as my good and bad days, you know?
Bad days leave a taste in my mouth, as the ocean water brushes my lips.
Bad days leave me feeling like any progress that was made swimming through the depths, eventually sweep me back farther than I initially started.
Good days leave me feeling like I could swim forever, admiring the horizon and beautiful life given to me.
There are days when I feel like I finally grasped solid ground, and I am able to pull myself back to shore, only to be fooled by this wondrous mind and its clever ways.
But like the tides, it comes and it goes, waiting again for it to cycle, waiting for the chance to escape and get away from the tides that bind.

I wish I could tell you that sometimes I'm terrified of life.
The negativity seems to scathe my soul,but yet somehow, I seem to push past the fear and get on with my day.
Fragile like porcelain doll, how did I get this way?
Optimistic at my best, I say to myself, that this too shall pass.
I wish I could tell you that it will be okay, because you might need to hear that too.
I'm fearless for others but not for myself.

A lustrous compound; this heart of mine,
Guided and grounded, over a period of time.
It no longer waits to get over you,
For it is filled with love anew.

A fear so deep, so embedded,
in caring for the lives that were created.
My best intentions, try to protect your heart and soul.
You are mine and I am you.
You grow and grow and grow.
With each passing year, one thing is defined, the love I have for you.
Such a miracle to see the life that exists within these three personalities.
Never have I loved something more.
©A. Harris 2015

If by chance I were to run into you,
Flood gates would break inside of me, never letting you know, that all of the feelings I have for you never left, you see.
They remain close and true, and soon to be bottled up for someone else to drink.
But as for now I go my way, with a brief glance and remembrance to never leave my heart astray.

©A. Harris

Soon the streets will be gilded,
Ever so lovely,
when the trees decide , it’s time.
Their leaves have not yet scattered, but waiting to shed old life.
Looking forward to the change ,
This insights change in me too.

Do they get neatly tucked away in pockets, where it will never be retrieved,
or things left unsaid only to dissipate in our minds.
Where do the years go?
Are they memories stored of children playing and watching them grow or of all the love that has crossed our paths?
Is it music and dancing , when time seems to stand still?

We will probably never know..

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Here’s my 10 w
Eyes are closed but I can see the golden glow

You will never be that person I go to with my deepest insecurities,
nor with the lies, doubts, and harbored pains, that I hold captive inside.
You just don't feel that close
You will never the one to pick me up, you are too busy propping up your own self.
No need for both of us to fall
Someday, someone will.
You will never be the one I run to when the world is too much,
This wall you have is to high for me to climb, and too thick to get through.
I feel like I will never truly know "you".
Despite knowing all this, a patience and confidence resides,
knowing that someday I will meet someone I can walk straight to,
someone meant for me and I for him.
Until we meet, I await, I am on the sidelines, watching from a distance.