Ummm...I wonder how many might consider giving voice to anathema...to converse with honesty and lay before the human conscience true emotion...or
merely truth itself...not cloistered or covered by unspoken taboo against revealing too much of such honest converse...
Well my friends...I am not a creature of PC or concerned with facial salvation...for what it's worth...I write to assuage that guilt by association
from being found a part of and not apart from...
I stood upon the shore and gazed to sea
So twilight falls as though to distract me
Lays her beauty scant upon the air
Enticing yet I could not find her there
So ends this day a gentle lowing sigh
Ring off the air this phantom loons lorn cry
Whose echoes fade as if they had a choice
I late realize that I had given voice
Sad I stood upon that lonely shore
With heaving chest as though to bear no more
My tears fall slow like mist to join the tide
Alone the wind the water know I cried
Yet there before me with the final ray
A poignancy that drew my soul away
I fly to join the twilight's soft caress
Bye Bye sad life I do not love you less
Everyone has thoughts like these...yet they never seem to become part of social conversation...let them not remain locked behind the teeth...there is
common ground...We have all been there...yet ever seem to think we are alone in the heart of moment such as
We're not alone...I'm not alone...Your not alone...maybe they're only pixels and poorly chosen words...but it is connection...
edit on 9-5-2015 by YouSir because: of an annoying lack of space...