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The intoxicating freshness of autumn,
with trees swaying in defiance of nature's change;
And the singed dusk crackling in fiery red,
competes with final scents of summer's claim...

A profound sense of possibility lingers still,
fulfilling hopeful views released by fate;
While love's luminous lantern's constant burn,
arises in aromatic lushness at the gate.

Triumphant in the numinous effects,
that brings humanity falling to its knees;
Watching leaves drift softly by in random,
as stars align like ships upon the sea.

Impulsive winds begin their haunting play,
to sounds of aimless footsteps from the stairs;
And in the garden's fading wisp of flowers,
soulful mysteries dissolve in varnished air.
When troubles brew inside our minds,
thoughts twisted in illusive rhymes;
Our hearts feel weak and powerless,
and even prayer seems merely jest.

But then we look outside ourselves,
discovering others on corner shelves;
While hiding all the pain inside,
ashamed to let us hear their cries.

We know our plight can be the same,
and look to solve in helpful gain;
By reaching out to kindred souls,
while leading them toward hopeful goals.

Inspiring us to take the wheel,
the good Lord's promises thus reveal;
That empathy's connection brings,
a healing voice that longs to sing !
Along a path of flowers there lies,
a gleaming lake that mirrors the skies;
In gentle glow from the sun above,
which lights the lilting waters of love.

We sit and watch each portrait shine,
in the forest green of leaves divine;
While glancing azure in shadows cast,
each sparkling sign from seasons past.

Magnificent in its glorious stream,
the lake will wander like a dream;
In curious images' rise and fall,
which dance to heaven's saintly call.

And then enveloped by the night,
the lake provides a glittering sight;
With translucent sheen it wanders far,
leaving mirrored traces of the stars.
I am addicted to love
But it has been 4 years
4 years walikng in cold nights
With a simple broken heart
And day dreams of eternal love
I said good bye...
To the old me.
I am an escape artist
When things are bleak I work the hardest
In my mind I escape the farthest
I only go out side for ideas to harness

Just another day
Feelings of not being ok
In my mind I slip away
Where I can breath and play

I think I will take all of my fears
The ones building up for years
Distort them until colour appears
Or until music  hits my ears

Every one out side is trying to get in to find some thing to shatter and break
I feel like my passions are at stake
Even though the ground is starting to shake
To get in here allot of that it would take
No matter what I am going to keep on dreaming even though you want me to wake

The world is crumbling down
Because you are never around
Your not free in your mind; you are bound
You are lost and may never be found
In your mind you will drowned
This was going to be a song but then I got lazy and instead of making a perfect chorus I decided it would be less work to write lines that don't repeat... I don't know how this is less work but it feels like it is.
Forgiveness begged by the tongue
Beseech we of the sky
Yet no reply from among
Those with eyes now dry

What say you now, Sariel?
Who spoke of love eternal
Thine words now come to heel
Life wanders from times vernal
Couldn't think of much more to add, maybe I'll work on it later.
~~
Never ignore a woman's gift
For it's the best thing she could give
Do not underestimate her offer
Never take it for granted or leave
~
She could give you a slice of cake
But she will choose to give you a whole
Her gift could be little in your eyes
But it's the total of her heart and soul
~
A woman's gift is not for the eyes
But for the spirit of those who feel
So never ignore a woman's gift
It is for you if you are real
~~
My second piece chosen for the Daily.
Thank you so much, dear readers and co-writers.
I looked outside
my windows to see
a yellow butterfly
flying south
for the rest
of winter
you see

It dived through
where the roses
used to be
The day lilies
long withered
and no irises
there to be

Bounding over
the fence so fast
this creature surely
must be
tough as nails
For frost and freeze
has coated grass
and comes
nipping at it's
yellow tails

A few dips
of it's yellow wings
and it has disappeared
out of sight
Leaving me in awe
and disbelief
I hope it makes it's
journey complete
True story .
mistletoe tongue on my breath
the scent of evergreen on my wrist
the sparkle of lights glimmering
in my memory
the smiles of young ones
opening gifts
my pride brimming
to see them happily
frolic in the white new snow
with their new sled
my eyes filled
with christmases past
I have nothing left to do
on christmases anymore
but reminisce.
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