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Standing on the coast of the oceans
Enjoying the breeze yet lonely
Young Joseph, pushed into the pit of single self
An ochestration of fear
The fear of betrayal and unfaithfulness

Wait did I
Call did I
Calling out for a help out there
Calling out with the voice of afability
Then I saw a light flashed in the pit
Searchlight it seemed and that was it
It was your love
Exactly what I need

Reminiscing the night you took my number
It was satisfaction that suddenly killed my hunger
I'll keep it a memory lasting much longer


You gave me a clothe of friendship in the cold wearther of loneliness
Oh my God am rescued
The days of loneliness seemed like of yore

Your smile like the rising sun brought a whole differnt light of mood
The joy of your presence is of beggars belief
While your absence like a broken bridge on the highway

My goals seem very very far then
But with your intelligence they seem like at an arm's length
Your voice, a courage to my down soul
And your assurance, the fuel to my weak bold

Accomplished dreams I see with you
And the awareness of your love keeps me going in the days of trouble

Your sadness like a dark cloud covers my joy
And your sorrow penetrates my tough soul
It wounds it
That saddens me
It makes me feel restless and helpless
For this, I will always make you happy

No matter what
Do remember
The relation is only a ship
The ship may sink before we get to the coast
But the love will always stay afloat
From my archives. Though a lot of editing was done to this, it was a message to my first love. Every line is true.
SpiritHeart67 Jan 2019
I always struggled with
and did not understand
Those Buddhist Monks
insistent call to detachment.

I longed to attain
their serene, unflappable,
gently smiling
afability.

I might as well have attempted
Mt. Everest's Summit.

Until one day
It came around the corner
and swallowed all my thoughts
& grasping need,
And finally, now
I'm beginning to see.

It's not apathy
or disconnectedness
or a lack of care.

It is release
It is peace
It is a still
quiet
open
empty clear space
Where I can finally
Breathe.

The view from Mt. Everest's Peak
can't compare
to this expansive Vista
that is now unfurled
before
within
& throughout me.

I slowed enough
for it to over take
& empty me
And now I understand
Those Beautiful Monks look
of Serene Glee...

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