I have only touched you
In my sleep
A memory that I will
Forever keep
Buried deep—within
My consciousness
Is the recognition
That we’ve always been
Connections crossed
Some time ago
Millennia or a thousand
years ago
Whether we started off
Friend or foe
I do not know
But it ended with a love
That dare not go
Maybe we traveled beyond
Oceans
To reconnect
Traveled through
Dimensions
And galaxies amidst
Star spies in the night
We cross our fingers
And send our lies
That we came to earth
To help demise
The war that has
Taken the universe
By surprise
We—realize
All we’ve ever wanted
Was to take off
The disguise
And feel the ties
Of our freedom
Inside
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
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Awwww! The imagery and love shine through!!!