As summer officially comes to an end today, thought I would repost this. Please click on original, thank you! 🙂
It came
quietly
like  a gentle breeze
in the crimson sky
that touched the leaves
with a drop of red
like sweet whispers
walking on cool sand
of memories built
in little tokens
as we watch the green fade
and the petals fall
on the meadows forgotten
paying tribute,
to summer’s end.
Quiet contemplations
with the open skies
thoughts drifting
with the moonrise
as the heart sways
to unknown tides
pulling its strings…
With gold touching the abstract mind
We seek and we find
ourselves
getting lost
pondering
nothings and everything
beyond the horizon
sunset reflections
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She had always been an early riser. She liked the feel of the morning light touching her face… It was the cleanse for her mind…She loved watching sunrise. But that morning, something was different… The blankets were too comfortable, and her body seemed to have found that perfect spot on the bed…so when he had called her softly, to go on the morning walk, she muttered something unintelligible and gone back to sleep.
Then the phones were ringing and the doors were banging and her world had turned upside down. He was hit, there was blood everywhere, they had taken him to the hospital…it was a hit and run. She hung up the phone, they had declared him dead. Was this a dream? Was she still sleeping? She did not want to wake.
When did the world stop listening?
You did not know…
for that chaos that used to be your mind,
had reluctantly calmed down that night,
leaving you in silence both inside and out.
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Your hearing was getting worse each day,
but why did the world not hear what you had to say?
Did it need a hearing aid as well?
You did not know…
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The long years you had travelled on this earth,
hearing the sounds of night and day…
hearing, the rivers flow into the ocean’s tides,
as the wind blew hard making the trees sway…
hearing, the twigs crush underneath your feet on the forest floor,
hearing, the drums in the thunder of the distant shores;
and the soft rain by your window…
hearing always hearing,
hearing, your mother’s soothing lullaby, Â
the whisper of your love in your ear,
the cries of your children when they were sick,
the laughter of your grandkids rang loud and clear…
hearing always hearing,
until now…
But when did the world stop listening?
You did not know.
* It has been very hard to watch my grandfather slowly lose his hearing. We are very close and at 96 his mind is still strong but old age gets the better of him somedays…and he doesn’t want to have long conversations cause he can’t hear everything on the phone. This is inspired by my grandfather and others grandparents out there…even though you may feel like the world is not listening…we are. ..and we always will.
You comfort me…
like the rain comforts the wildflowers,
after a dry spell of heat,
hugging my sad soul,
with love.
The world does not stop…
to listen to your heart  cry,
and you lay still,
pondering why…
you did.Â
The silent flame of your forgotten dreams,
burns quietly in the soft rain of tears,
comforting your heart with hope.
Spring rain catch your eyes,
by surprise,
and hide your tears from the world.
I think I will stop now
I have nothing left to say
Words are just words now
a few alphabets strung together to make some ‘sense’
You only hear words now
Thoughts have become past tense,
I think I will stop now
Out of words
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