Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
I want to live like I’ve never lived.
No wasted moments.
No suspension of time.
I want to soar freely to higher heights,
And from the clouds I’ll emerge,
As I greet the sun on my way to heaven.
With a renewed heart, I feel love,
To be able to move with no fears, as I’ve left them behind.
Guided by a power like no other,
I can fly far beyond the moon.
The sky’s the limit.
And I’ll just keep going as if the sky is all mine.
Fly to a higher height
That extends beyond the moon.
Travel beyond space and time,
To live amongst the stars.
A feeling within the heart and soul,
That only sunrays can expose.
Upon a morning smile,
Love’s aurra reigns supreme.
Love.
An ever flowing sea for one to drown in eternally.
Love.
A friend of a higher power
That wraps it’s arms around you with an embrace of the day’s delight.
Love.
When you have it,
Hold it tight.
Cherish what is yours,
Which is the Love bestowed upon you.
Revel in tears of joy,
And remember the feeling.
May you be immersed in Love today.
And may Love forever in your heart remain.
The time has come for me to post my final poem for 2013. As always, I want to thank everyone for visiting my site, liking my posts, and for leaving comments. I really appreciate you taking the time to do so. I wish everyone well, and may the inspiration to create continue to live within you.
To be so full of love to give…
What a joyous feeling.
Something so simple, yet so complex.
Love has always left one feeling perplexed.
The matters of the heart are quite real.
Heart.
To have failed and tried again for success,
Only to have it crushed once more,
But be able to move forward with newfound hope.
To be uncertain, only to gain clarity in the end.
The matters of the heart can reveal
The truth and the light.
The sunshine upon dark eyes.
Heart.
With all of life’s negative forces
That enter the heart only to weaken it.
Only the strong do survive
The fuckery of emotions that fester from within.
To rise from the ashes of pain,
And refill the emptiness with love, yet again.
The ability to remain the victor is power.
Could this be what it means to have heart?
Where I laid my weary head
Was also where my heart was.
Traveled to some distant places,
In search of someplace all my own.
Peering through the clouds
Of which blinded me so,
Confused was the state of I.
Traveled around the world,
Only to return to my love.
I realize that I was home all along.
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