Flower Dust

In the flower dust of my heart, it shall take a part in the history of everything from which I would once depart. I take the dust as the essence of me, the essence of what is to be.

In lackluster days and dull sunny rays, I am filled with joy in my ways. Seeing through a lens of truth, I forever protect my youth.

And in these times that I may find mine, I will eternally know that they will be filled with knowing that is fine.

For the flower dust within me that creates me as I am, it will forever be everything that I am.

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Tomorrows

Holy love. To cherish it is to bring these words nigh. To understand it is to know these things from high above the tree tops, into the heavens above.

For you are not who you believe to be. You are so much more. Filled with a value you have never seen before. Bring with you this hollow shore, for it shall surely bring you more than ever before.

Loving you is something simple, something true. Something only your real friends are will to do. In the evenings of doubt and the nights of sadness, remember that if you were to give up it only cause madness.

For I often ask myself why. Why did this person die? Even if not in the flesh, but within the mind. Something that isn’t easily understood among our kind.

So reach out your hand and allow yourself to see. These things that I say shall surely be. In these doubts and sorrows, there will always be another tomorrow.

As my mother always told me before, “that’s what tomorrows are for”.

I Love You

Wandering within the moment, all while falling from grace. What I wouldn’t do to see your face. Something so divine within this once-empty shell of mine; something I will never forget within this lifetime.

So take my hand, we won’t go far. Or perhaps we’ll go beyond the stars. Through the Milky Way, through the network of galaxies to the center of the universe design just for us.

Don’t let go my love, my desire for you is like a snow-white dove, clear and innocent, within the realms of grace.

So be my ace, my special everything. Be my love that makes those heavens sing.

What is freedom? I wouldn’t know. I’d suppose it’s the place where you’d go to meet me, beyond that tree of life in the garden where there is no fight.

If we let go of weapons, will it yield peace? Will we truly be able to sit and eat with families, with friends up to no end, not knowing the battle of others around us. Honey, we won’t know what surrounds us. But that’s okay, because as long as I’m with you, one thing is true: I love you.