Images poeticly paint minds
journey of the soul
fragile yet untouchable there yet absent in sight out of reach
a time of love the air filled in joy yet I call your name its
to late a journey isn't your soul as you find your self all on
vines withers in waste falling to dust
if only you had looked within my soul the love for you lambent
yet absolute, not once was I asked about my love only the mighty
green backs that delight your path clothes jewelry the fine things
In the world I stood a stone for you a sea to comfort love and fill
each moment as wished yet as a stone tossed away for another seeming
better only to discover it held no warmth nor joy as a toy it tossed
you for another
reality comes to mind you call but I wont answer shattered as glass
falling now a mess yet as a mess the feeling grows better with time
there is no need for you now in time love shall come as a northern wind
howling my name, in time you'll find a sucker to lick its flavor I hope
you like I hold not hate nor regret only a little sad for you be you well
as shall I yet first love your self.
by. Timothy E. New
Copyright(C)Timothy E. New 2017
a time of love the air filled in joy yet I call your name its
to late a journey isn't your soul as you find your self all on
vines withers in waste falling to dust
if only you had looked within my soul the love for you lambent
yet absolute, not once was I asked about my love only the mighty
green backs that delight your path clothes jewelry the fine things
In the world I stood a stone for you a sea to comfort love and fill
each moment as wished yet as a stone tossed away for another seeming
better only to discover it held no warmth nor joy as a toy it tossed
you for another
reality comes to mind you call but I wont answer shattered as glass
falling now a mess yet as a mess the feeling grows better with time
there is no need for you now in time love shall come as a northern wind
howling my name, in time you'll find a sucker to lick its flavor I hope
you like I hold not hate nor regret only a little sad for you be you well
as shall I yet first love your self.
by. Timothy E. New
Copyright(C)Timothy E. New 2017
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journey of the soul
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