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On breezes of nighttime surrender,
  neath apple blossom blooms
Delicate wisps of fragrant sighs
  linger in sunrise wanderings,
   as dawn’s awakening
       breathes supple desires
   upon eyes opened
         to the glowing love
             *of a new found day

When I was small
   and I knew it all

When life was fast
   and nowhere to go

I just see myself looking back
   through the rear view mirror

And : When "Then" turned into "Now"
And : I'm not so sure about anything now
And : I want life to slow down
And : Last , taking forever to get here

   It was fear looking back
   In the rear view mirror

Our lives entwine,
Through the fabrics of time.
Every fiber of your being,
Feels humanity & compassion your seeing.
World peace is more than a feeling.
Understanding well being is healing.
Evil & hatred deception is concealing.

It's like you can see mother earth in my eyes.
A worlds birth would make us cry.
Mortality says one day we will die.
Ambition lets us give success a try.
A family to never say "goodbye".
The after life you don't know why.
A past life you can't buy.
A destiny you cannot lie.
Secrets untold you can't pry.

MI AMOUR'
Spaniard quest
MI AMOUR'
Of ancientness,
MI AMOUR'
Of eastern sea,
MI AMOUR'
Canst thou feel me breathe?
MI AMOUR'
Of coffee trend,
MI AMOUR'
Thy moons thy friend,
MI AMOUR'
Calleth me crazed!
MI AMOUR'
Poetry slave,
MI AMOUR'
Of unknown earth's,
MI AMOUR'
I know thy lonesome curse,
MI AMOUR'
Of Cinderella wants
MI AMOUR'
I'll bandage thy cuts,
MI AMOUR'
We've known eachother so long, yet thou doth not know???
MI AMOURI,
Of mine, in a past life its eachother we chose!!!!!!

The sand swirled around her bare feet and she closed her eyes
shards of lava nestled in her skin, forming a shield
indigo shells catching light as a sun sets in the reflection
the moon rises in the east as the sun blazes orange
clouds chasing one another like puffs of smoke rising from a fire
is that us my love? is the fading of a day the love you had
letting go
letting go
letting go
is that us my love? are we losing, are we losing, are we lost?

© Sia Jane

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the small frail child
runs in and out of the surf
she bends gracefully and stretches her hand out for another shell

working the waves
she delicately turns her find
over in her fingers with appreciation
before placing it carefully in her pail

a dedicated sea nymph
she works the morning hours
through, her job is delight in nature

and she is paid in sand dollars


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/30/2015