It’s like …

It’s like that settled state of peace becomes restless in its sleep and I awake to heartache and a mind is disarray. Of course it’s just the knowing no grace allowed for spirit love to manifest from dreams to real and keep a woman/man in love till death begets again the making of another life. [...]

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Seconds, minutes, hours, and time merges them together until day gives way to night and I walk the shadowed halls of each weakness I possess. Night comforts and caresses like a lover’s gentle hands and I stir within a dream frightened there to see love walks a lonely path beyond my mental feel. Wakeful now, [...]