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Birds in migrating flocks and families,
fluttering in black waves,
will fly over our houses,
the dried fields,
and the trees with their sullen faces.
Their sight will lift your mood.
Often we wish to escape the city,
to vanish somewhere, as they do
where it is warm,
where comfort is nearer.
At a waterfall cascading down the cliffs,
women with loosened hair
will circle around,
and like birds,
they will spread their wings.
Simply warmth brings everything to life.
I am not only on the best path for me, I am one with the path I on.
The inertia of my being is deeply ingrained in this quantum field. The particles of my atoms drive my hungry esoteric will.
My purpose and meaning never fades, I am one with the matrix, I am free in this cage.
Traveler Tim
Memories like rippling water                                                rings  spreading  out and then fade                                                             ­Dissipating and traveling farther                                                          ­ until  they disappear with grace                                                            ­ Each  ripple like a tree ring                                                             ­    indicate  a time and place                                                            ­                of  a  life time we were living                                                           ­    filled  with memories we can't erase
I can recall moments
Lost in time
Very long before I met you.
Images of me and you.
At face value, this poem describes having memories of a loved one from before ever meeting them.  At a deeper level, it describes knowing and understanding the nature of the person that would make a valid partner.  Knowing the qualities you seek helps one to recognize them when they finally meet that person.  I'm not saying it should be overly detailed though.
My alien friends,

if you someday

visit me on earth

will you please

bring me

a few bright blue stars?
Turn out the light and follow me.
Come along and you will see.
On this night, this one night,
The truth tonight you will see.

Come along, have some faith,
Believe in yourself, believe in me.
Turn out the light and follow me.
Come along and you shall see.

Sunshine and morning’s dew
Spider webs on sidewalks, gleaming bright.
I wish we could see the sunrise
Together one last time.

Breeze blowing through our hair
Souls reaching out, touching ground.
I wish we could feel the sun
Together one last time.
Letting go in a failing relationship is finally admitting the defeat.  Like an addict, I was willing to trade most anything for another day, another moment with that person.  in the end we face the harsh reality and move on for the better, but while in the midst of it our heart pleads for that one more chance.
sitting up straight
inviting inspiration

a whisper on lips
a mind opened
coming around to reason
despite all the emotion
all the emotive talking.
thirty years are a blink
I imagine a hundred
would be the same
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