Heart Songs
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Scrapbooks
Scrapbooks Many scrapbooks I have filled Within my lifetime Recordings not left between Leather bound bindings But held within the part of myself that sometimes Begs to be set free 
Placing carefully The picutres I have seen in joy Too often avoiding those That leave me to question why It is every scrap of our lifetimes That leads us to become Whom we will be in our tomorrow's
Each fragment of time lived a part of who we are Left to each to change what we do not like before us
Perhaps too much of what is of the now Silences the muse That remains to wait 
The angel who Aspires to be Wishes only to bring joyful songs Leaving herself harder to find in her insistance And yet ... This part of who I am I will never allow to go untouched for any length of time
Silence of consent To leave only expressions Yearning to be released Lifetime traveled Dreams realized and Sometimes painfully put aside So much that was a part Of the person who is me No longer can I claim Swallowed by life And left untouched in regret
One thing to remain Has been to follow the Whisperings of what Aspiring speaks To consent to silence Would be to take away The very part of myself That allows me to be The person I have always been
I place this picture now Within my scrapbook In doing so reminding myself That the touch of hands can Either be of greeting or departure 
Without the whisperings The pictures cannot be truly placed And the heart is left to search For a way to be seen I will forever reach to find The greeting and always pray To find the joy
Aspiring and I thank you For continuing with us On our journey For every picture we individually Place brings each of us To add to our own scrapbooks of time Leaving we Who must somehow find a way To express our deepest of emotions ... To place yet one more Title upon blank posting page
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