How flowers do bloom aplenty
Metallic bright and so earthy
As if coming out of a mine
So beautiful, exotic; so fine,
How do they wilt and wither
They die not in vain.
Better to appear again!

I do sometimes get worried…
How much more beauty lies buried?
Those faces more beautiful than these flowers
What If they might appear again?

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Yestderday's News

The visions came through,
my ideas for writing poetry.
A year before all the grief,
pain and horrific sorrow.
Spiritualism had knocked at my door,
I was filled with hope, love and joy.
Many centered around the possibility of miracles,
not just being an illusion but a reality.
God started talking to me when my fingers typed,
a unique and special communication between us.
I never questioned why those words came to me,
yet knew great emotion was connected, linking my future.
God was ahead of the game and I was his player,
happy to be a part of the team, trusting in the process.
Although, a stumbling block has happened in regards to healing,
no more talk of miracles until I see it for real.
God says to be patient and to stay very still,
life is in motion and the prophesy is true.
Together we shall mend the loopholes,
fill in the gaps, building a bridge to protect my good.
Quietly, I trust in unforeseen answers to appear,
as always my heart is founded in his omnipotent consciousness.
My faith continues in life, whether I can see his hand in mine,
I hold it out for him to grab waiting like a small child.
Father in heaven knows best, never wavering, is my love,
nothing can take that away, my cup runneth over in gratitude.
For I have been given the greatest gift ever dreamt of, to know God,
filled with joy for finding such a true friend, a part of me, here forever.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my introduction for my book Yesterday's News sold via the internet. i am currently editing it and turning it into two books. The other one will most likely be the title, Outside Looking In. I am making them into e-books. Please wait until completion which i will post because there is errrors I am fixing. Presently Yesterday's News contains 396 poems.

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Your kisses
remain on my lips
my nostrils are
full of your

your face is ever
my eyes are full
of you
your touch lingers.

a name
written on the
pages of my heart
forever endearing

a vision through
the ages of time.
never ending
my love.  

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tracking a vision through the ages of
time, never ending. my love.

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Mind Fields


Smash my head into the sky
Where the ivory doves no longer fly
Translucent seas of whispering green
Within the relentless eyes of revelry

Where the mind is shattered torn
The visions of the old ways are but forlorn.
Then we awake from this dream, visions that once were now cease,
For this magic is all but a disease.................

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