A seldom post of frequent subject
A rare post for me. This is just dedicated to missed opportunities, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Also being born in the wrong century. Hi to all my friends I don't know if I have any left? I know I don't deserve any of you with my extended period being MIA Nonetheless isf you see it in your hearts to forgive me, stop by and sya hello. .............The women that this is dedicated to knows who she is, as to whether she reads this or not,,,,,,,,,,,,,it's alwaays been a roll of the dice and up to fate from the start. I will follow this fate to whatever end it may take me.
The Frozen Arch
The Silver arch gleamed as the backdrop for the recent All-star game. The arch I saw was no arch to me. It was that elusive unending rainbow with the promise of gold at its infinite path. It is not the riches of gold I seek. It is the riches in my heart, memories,only memories of when I was golden, memories of when we were golden and shared our own rainbow. No one could see this rainbow, there were those that scarcely believed in it's existence. This rainbow was real, It is clear in my mind, and it's luminous colors arch through my heart. The luminous colors have since faded, it's life force is still evident. The colors and life force remain dormant. They will never die, they will never fade. They simply wait and endure, waiting for the few words, waiting for the glimmer of hope to illuminate the Rainbows natural beauty, to illuminate the glow that once shown bright in my heart. Yes the monument of The Gateway to the West stands tall and proud and silver and never ending. It is the also the same with my heart, it's hope is never ending, it's colors hang onto the last pale frost of winter, pale frozen droplets cling in the morning air, awaiting the first glimmer of sun. Is it You???
The Frozen Arch
The Silver arch gleamed as the backdrop for the recent All-star game. The arch I saw was no arch to me. It was that elusive unending rainbow with the promise of gold at its infinite path. It is not the riches of gold I seek. It is the riches in my heart, memories,only memories of when I was golden, memories of when we were golden and shared our own rainbow. No one could see this rainbow, there were those that scarcely believed in it's existence. This rainbow was real, It is clear in my mind, and it's luminous colors arch through my heart. The luminous colors have since faded, it's life force is still evident. The colors and life force remain dormant. They will never die, they will never fade. They simply wait and endure, waiting for the few words, waiting for the glimmer of hope to illuminate the Rainbows natural beauty, to illuminate the glow that once shown bright in my heart. Yes the monument of The Gateway to the West stands tall and proud and silver and never ending. It is the also the same with my heart, it's hope is never ending, it's colors hang onto the last pale frost of winter, pale frozen droplets cling in the morning air, awaiting the first glimmer of sun. Is it You???