We have created a time
where our air smiles
like a precious gem
found within a storm.
Each spoken sentence
we find to be filled
with purpose,.....
sound and warm.
Regret does not glisten
nor is it placed in this time
dressed up as hurt
impossible to understand.
This is a place
where one can find
the staircase of stillness,
silence at hand.
Showers of love
fall as stars in this time
along the places where we sail
on a subtle breeze.
We can see their reflections
turned inside out......
like a smile
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
We have created a time
where our air smiles
like a precious gem
found within a storm.
Each spoken sentence
we find to be filled
with purpose,.....
sound and warm.
Regret does not glisten
nor is it placed in this time
dressed up as hurt
impossible to understand.
This is a place
where one can find
the staircase of stillness,
silence at hand.
Showers of love
fall as stars in this time
along the places where we sail
on a subtle breeze.
We can see their reflections
turned inside out......
like a smile
Copyright © 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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