by Lucinda Price

Created on: February 16, 2009

Bruises of the Creative Mind*

I would give the very blood within my heart
to hold him for a moment in time
Rest assured, infinitely through each space in eternity
Finding time itself, reflecting unity
Oh if this be the essence of dreams I could grasp
releasing my bubble gum fantasies....
In a mist under that old beach tree
where dreams come to life each spring
and freedom heard throughout the forest's gentle whisper
the stars glitter even though not seen
and the walk home~
Down that dirt road right before sun down
breezes calm, sun setting low as esteem loses it's glow
A beauty revealed from a persona of soulful wishes
sent to the heavens
and God smiles His knowing way
Mom calling at a distance "It's suppertime, it's late"
and tomorrow a new dream comes to life~

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