Jan 2012
The Ring of the Familiar
The way some how you fall between real and the remembered mostly this would occur at night in a crowd with a cacophony of sound
All of a sudden you hear as definably as any sound yesterday voices and sounds maybe passing shop doors the light falls across the
Sidewalk but in a rush when the door is passed through you hear a familiar voice or sound somewhere there is a tear in time and at
Least emotionally you are transported as surely as you are on H.G. Wells time machine the moment is as real as life ever gets do you
Feel a tender brush with love as fragrant as a flower that has been crushed it wafts on the breeze it leaves you soft like the breeze in a leafy tree
A window in time has been officiated their duty is to defy logic for you at this transitive time many acts are at play folded in many
Layers Discovery by chance pleasure is the unquestioned dance you whirl in fluid memory among some of the most sacred an elusive
Scatterings is emitted in linear constant bearing beaming from a power source undisclosed but it is filled with retrieved and stored
Conversations relationships through time its original fragile delicate hold was broken prematurely many thoughts were left free
Floating not successfully shared now they come unbidden cherished treasures unlocked free floating they slip in at unexpected
Moments distilled in richest detail they lift to heights of sublimity in ordinary happenings they lay raw missed connections now they
Fulfill with blinding speed they catch your heart long ago sad and dark corners now filled with light where weakness was evident
Now friends and family will see new surges of power and will ask where that came from it came from prisons of lost long ago that
Were meant to be freeing and exhilarating but time and chance happens to all and these were carried by dark realities that rose on
The wings of unexpected trouble out of sync with normal flow because heart ache broke their utterance and scattered them on the
Wind now they have returned more poignant more urgent than normal they flash in brilliant light in the tiniest sliver they over power
Whatever meager strains of human content it finds brushes it aside fills unspeakable hidden places of longing liberation finally
Endows the suffer with power no longer riddled with sorrows endless maze the divine messenger has spoken from the shadows
Now all is renewed black nights banished replaced with a heart brimming with joy all just from brief encounters with familiar sounds
The way some how you fall between real and the remembered mostly this would occur at night in a crowd with a cacophony of sound
All of a sudden you hear as definably as any sound yesterday voices and sounds maybe passing shop doors the light falls across the
Sidewalk but in a rush when the door is passed through you hear a familiar voice or sound somewhere there is a tear in time and at
Least emotionally you are transported as surely as you are on H.G. Wells time machine the moment is as real as life ever gets do you
Feel a tender brush with love as fragrant as a flower that has been crushed it wafts on the breeze it leaves you soft like the breeze in a leafy tree
A window in time has been officiated their duty is to defy logic for you at this transitive time many acts are at play folded in many
Layers Discovery by chance pleasure is the unquestioned dance you whirl in fluid memory among some of the most sacred an elusive
Scatterings is emitted in linear constant bearing beaming from a power source undisclosed but it is filled with retrieved and stored
Conversations relationships through time its original fragile delicate hold was broken prematurely many thoughts were left free
Floating not successfully shared now they come unbidden cherished treasures unlocked free floating they slip in at unexpected
Moments distilled in richest detail they lift to heights of sublimity in ordinary happenings they lay raw missed connections now they
Fulfill with blinding speed they catch your heart long ago sad and dark corners now filled with light where weakness was evident
Now friends and family will see new surges of power and will ask where that came from it came from prisons of lost long ago that
Were meant to be freeing and exhilarating but time and chance happens to all and these were carried by dark realities that rose on
The wings of unexpected trouble out of sync with normal flow because heart ache broke their utterance and scattered them on the
Wind now they have returned more poignant more urgent than normal they flash in brilliant light in the tiniest sliver they over power
Whatever meager strains of human content it finds brushes it aside fills unspeakable hidden places of longing liberation finally
Endows the suffer with power no longer riddled with sorrows endless maze the divine messenger has spoken from the shadows
Now all is renewed black nights banished replaced with a heart brimming with joy all just from brief encounters with familiar sounds
