Year
In the evefall's sleepy blue
skies of gifts of starshine,
and in my waking thoughts
of day -
there's a treasure of hope
about my dreams -
our old wounds close as
we reminisce of a youth
with no hurt or regret,
where friends and foes,
families, can exist quite
peacefully,
no painful strife in words
or deeds,
where estrangement is
extinguished as if a
wanton fire in the
psyche's deep bitterness. ~
First and foremost I wish to thank you sincerely for your reflections on my rather lengthy piece Spineless In The Running and your response to the essence of my narrative.
Now for this intuitive work of yours which touches on so
many profound aspects of life.
How one can assimilate certain feelings and bring them to fruition is treated in a delicate manner here.
Superb
M