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Nights Of Remembrance
The cold waves splashing upon my feet...
Reminds me of all those days I spent...
Family gatherings at the beach, having fun...
Not a worry to be found...
Nothing but happiness on those twilight evenings...
How I long to return to those childhood days...
Not having to question life and its meaning...
Houses and towns lit with warmth...
Lights glistening off the moving waves...
Luminous stars surround a sunlight moon...
Trees swaying in the wind of night...
Water carrousing the rocks of the dock...
So much happiness, it's truly lovely to see...
Like for just one night, nothing can go wrong...
Nights like these are not forgotten easily...
For when you are happy, emotion flows strong...
My childhood Nights Of Remembrance...
In Loving Memory
Delpha Bloomquist
1901-1997
Open past the palm trees.. what I only thought was dreams
In a heavens ambiance i can see lost souls over a sea
maybe my father is amongst them...i hope he can't see me
similie- standing away from life's beuty, as i watch in the dark
trying to hard like the rocks , my defense is coldly washing away
day after day, the more i think about-is my soul to become a star
crying while entering the world wondering who i am
people trying to tell me ..this is who you are.
finding out who i am, but to the people in the window
im just another lonely no body
while they fix a smile on my face wen im gone
a moving cloud disapearing into the open
breathing earths pains wen i wake up from a dream and yawn
The nights sky has become illuminated with stars
Everything is so close to you and heaven doesnt look that far
Its so beautiful in every way its a complex subject to speack on
If your part of a lucky few to see this view, tomorrow it will be gone
Charish something this magnificent while you have it, so cheer
This will stay with you in your minds unlike a lost souvenir
good dedication Bloom...
moonlite caressed rocks sleep while creeping waves peak...
low tide speaks the sweeping knee-deep speech
that land-locked enclaves on sand couldn't reach...
just a gesture of protest compressed in nature's make-up
laden with suggestions of duress in pearls diplayed with cases laid shut...
deep beneath the surface and far from the water's edge...
far from prying eyes/liable to steal this lusterous wedge...
the laminated cosmic canopy with cryptic allergies
mimick starlit tantrums once thought to harbor peace
pieces of speckled jewelry fringe marquis' eyes
a tribute to the sky?
palm frans beseech that which they cannot reach...
a breach in conversation insues as the wind rests
just a gesture of protest compressed in nature's make-up
the moonlite caressed dock creaks as the waves crash
and muffle the baffled 'kaaaw' of party goers at last
ok, this is bullshit...Why no writings...?
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