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Kiss of Honey I use to know heartache,
despair and faulty dreams.
Only trust I had was music,
and the place within. My Highway.
To hide from reality of the world.
Now I have a love who is brave
enough to come into the void.
Into the nightmare and guide me home.
Even if it is dragging me by the collar.
It i an odd sensation to feel such love.
She stays through the violent outburst.
The outburst are growing weaker as our love grows.
As we grow, I am learning to leave the dark bones
in the ground. Let the past rest.
So I sit on the Highway watching the ash
blowing away.
To reveal small patches of short, tough green
grass.
Life has return to the within.
Thank you, my love.
That is so so beautiful. It
That is so so beautiful. It is what I live to see ...my highest aspiration and my life and career. That is healing. May your healed wounds be bridges for the minnions to cross. Love and light to you. ♥♡♥
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
Yes, it is beautiful and we drive my sister nuts because according to her "you two are so stinking cute." I have been busy with construction lately and a lot less destructive. Also defaulting the default thinking. *snickers* Love and light in return. Again thank you.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.