Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Suddenly the gossamer veil slips Between other worlds and reality My psychedelic imagination trips As I peer through the finest filigree.
There is an opus resounding within my heart A symphony of promise from many lives ago Do you hear the ancient melody as it starts to quiver and strum with our brilliant light?
This then is my truest of truths: I miss you in my waking hours when night is gone and morning comes for then there are no magical dreams to which I may once more succumb.
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