resting place

gracious green rolls over me like wind over smooth rock relenting to the eastern shore andvast sea my window to endless flickers orbs from eons past speak to me as if time werea minor, perhaps non existent entity whisper to me once more those words you spoke the first time we set eyes upon the night together if only you could lay here breathe in the air of forever and view in wonder our souls chasing the stars

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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