Heart of mine sheds shards of tears from the pain of wanting you leaving cracks in the veined marble where our tender love once grew but now a mass of etched ecstasy stained stone. Advertisements
Life’s retrospection collected like smooth pebbles from a riverbed I lay on the grassy shore listening to soft lapping
Image used with permission of the artist, Fay Collins She used to sway and dance on the water’s grassy shore where the waves ever lap singing their lulling chord.
When my damaged heart can find no sustained relief you are what my old soul needs to shake me from my grief.
She should forget her passions and innermost desires incinerate her wants and needs build a gasoline fired funeral pyre tie them all to the killing stake burning away her emotions as her soul forsakes who she is.
Be Mindful ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
In crimson dawn’s haloed light the awakening world fills with song warblers croon as wrens take flight to soar among sun swept throngs.