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 Dec 2016 True Passion
ryn
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We converse without words...
Just shudders and crests of bated breaths.
Tingles that resonate between echoing beats.

We speak without voice...
Just deep gazes that peer endless into bottomless eyes.
Subtle blinks that freeze the ticks of relentless hands.

We talk without sounds...
Just slight quivers between parted lips.
Holding the other captive in a gentle clasp.

We part with no farewell...
Just two wilful wisps darting on separate courses.
Knowing that paths that meander may someday converge.

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I want you to know why I rarely write or like poems here anymore.
One of my arms the left, I believe hurts much through arthritis pain.
But it does not mean that you all are not in my prayers or thoughts.
For you all are still very important and special to me sorry though.
About the absent , but keep me in your daily prayers , who knows.
What our Creator has in store for our relationships my friends.
There may yet be sharing of poetry, only time shall tell love you all.
More then you shall tell with the unconditional love from Christ our God.
Persevering though this, but shall see you and your Light on the other side.
For it through your poems and your Light within you that gives me hope.
To persevere , continuing to walk the path that Christ has set before me.
 Dec 2016 True Passion
Pax
Rock with double shadows
******* is hard to swallow
Sea of Pebbles in the sands of time
Roses hunt something that shines
Powders of snow shine in the dark
But it did not shine by just anyone
Alone, hidden in a sea of pebbles
------------Will you find it?-----------
Or it's just another thing lost
In the sands of time
© 2012 Pax
this was one of my older piece when i was starting to used imagery in my poetry. It was the First part of my Concrete poetry series, it was supposed to be a pebble shape, now im not sure(smiles). As i re-read it now and post it here, i realized something that i never thought of when i wrote it. I was writing it on a fantasy genre on mind, but now i know deep inside, even before, i am looking for someone who i can connect with, to share something with, to be with someone you can relax and trust upon... i become the rock who is lost in the sands of time, because the roses have gone away, or never got to find my shine.
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