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Solaces Aug 18
The songs do it for me.  
Tones of yesterday remind me today..
Sunlit Sepia days on the baseball field..

Riding our bikes to nowhere..
As the Sepia day turns into Rose color fade..
We knew we had to be home before dark..

The street lights with rust glow lead us home..
My brother and I ride together..
No words, just the ride..
Solaces Aug 16
I awoke to a circle shaped chamber made out of some kind of rock and golden wood. My bare feet touched the golden wood floor and my senses activated with delight.

A golden like fine sand kissed the bottoms of my feet with a dreamlike sensation of walking on a heavenly beach.

The rock walls seem more natural.  Felt a bit wet to the touch.  But nonetheless natural.  

Very strange creatures also occupied this Circle chamber in the rock.  

A Peculiar like body orbited the entire circle chamber .  It had long silver white hair and a very small head with green glowing eyes.

Then to the right of me a Mantis like creature with yellow eyes stood so still I  could not tell if it was a statue or a lifeform.  It finally revealed that very answer when it blinked its eyes.  

In front of me on the other side of the circle chamber was a cluster of bubbles and lights.  The bubbles moved about chasing the small little lights like a train.  Never did they pop.

And finally a familiar view but altogether beautiful.  A woman with flowing red hair and deep fiery brown eyes made contact with me.  

Neither of us could speak. But we were still able to hear each others voices somehow.  

We both had the same questions.  

And we both did not have the answers.  

The Mantis like creature then spoke to us in a series of hisses we somehow understood..

It said. "  Welcome to the Boardwalk across the universe."
Solaces Jul 15
Tones and sounds.
Organized in such a way they create music..

Songs heard through darkness and light..


Tangents and pathways..
Transparent clusters of thoughts and emotions...

Actions viewed through the porthole of the universe...


New stars and galaxies..
And the full dreams of undisturbed sleep..

Galactic access to infinite wonders..

Eyes open and mind set.
I ask myself. " Which is the dream?"
Solaces Jul 13
I wake up with you in this glade, so misplaced.
Up on our feet now we feel the wind so full of life and grace.
We walk into these endless trees, oh what lies beyond this place?

The light it leads us beyond these trees what do you see?

Upon our face lies this great kingdom of the clouds.
So high this place we are today just look around.
And see this place, this grand new place, an empyrean kingdom.
Come walk with me, into these gates, let's see these sacred bounds.

Oh pass these gates we see a town, there are people all around.
And in their way knights with swords at bay, guard this sacred place.
Adorned in silver and golden plates, they wield skylight blades.

The light it brought us here to this place.

Upon our face lies this great kingdom of the clouds.
So high this place we are today just look around.
And see this place, this grand new place, an empyrean kindom.
Come walk with me, into these gates, let's see these sacred bounds.

Oh come live with me in this Grand Azure fantasy.

When I woke with you in that glade I knew their was something.
Beyond those trees that we, had never seen.
It's not Heaven or Hell, but a world a little like our own.

This empyrean kingdom showed us our way
this day.
Away from our world upon the ground and away, from the coming dark.
We'll be back to reclaim it one day, oh yes we will.
But until then we'll wait here in this, empyrean kingdom.

So blue.
My son wrote these lyrics. So awesome. Here is the song he wrote for them.  

https://youtu.be/l8RLzE_v0Tw
Solaces Jun 22
There is a lost Oasis among the stars wrapped around darkness.

And expanse of thoughts and wishes gather in this vault of heaven..

One star speaks to another in this vernacular of light and pulses..

The links and waves reach far and vast..

As the Lost Oasis has now become an ocean of thoughts..

And the thoughts have now become and idea..
  Jun 22 Solaces
Danielle Rose
This inescapable anguish - is the price of love - and no matter how many times I surrender - the force keeps lifting me up.
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