A balance in extremes In this day’s conclusion There is no fancy illusion Only the truth it seems I have been in love from start Because you captured heart As I meditate on what makes up your dreams Diana Mary Sharpton © All Rights Reserved 2022
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In a moment, time emerges eternal A whisper in springtime delight Seconds later, it turns into yesterday Detained in memory adrift in flight Souls converge in a constructed recess As seconds pass, it is still now, no less Hypnotized in caresses’ manifestation We become lost to needless hesitation As we land standing; bodies veiled in the sea An inquiry to the heart arrives; Are you part me? Diana Mary Sharpton © All Rights Reserve 2022 An artist with prohibitive aptitude and flair, one would dare say
Sixtyish, masculine, gregarious to some; with that intrinsic way On occasion, there's the love for a pint or two A compulsion or maybe for fun, who really knew Perceived as provocative, thorny by few; misconstrued by all He lives in mystic hues of gray to blue; sketched in a slow song He walks a path compelled by one; that is the love for his dog. Enters, her life in the most casual way, bearing a picture to her song. Lenient and masculine, I must reveal, his intensity laments as sunspots collapse into voids of incandescent spears. The tone of his voice, the stories and all, she craves the whole bit and more. He’s important to her in a simple way, as a rose bud to the sun it adores. She prays that dreams come true today, and that time splashes elation, I’d say. As life blesses us all each morning we rise, The precious gift in breathing deeply and being alive, and her spirit spans the vastness in his soul, a treacherous forbidden bog, seeking in finality to love and be loved by he that crossed into her song. Diana Mary Sharpton © 2022 all rights reserved Climbing that hill one day to the next
Adrift, not knowing what to appeal less It’s like time means nothing to you at all Yet, a solemn fees trapped in this forestall Where do dreams come from anyway? Are they fears or desires dismissed in the light of day? Or promises weighted down in intervals of delay… And ultimately trivialized in your mind to my dismay. For real this time… the boomer knows No matter what you say to the shadows Heeding without ears in darken halls... Stop erecting all these secret damnable walls… I need you… As the breath in life needs its soul… And miss you… As the dry desert hopes for rain that's icy cold… I love you… Like the taste of a fresh spring breeze… And want you… For it’s you, I want to squeeze and tease…. Diana Mary Sharpton © copywrite 2022 All Rights Reserved It’s autumn now in this year of colored stones
Stirring to a brilliant sun, crisp breeze; yet alone Not lost, only blessed, maybe melancholy, you see Happy during moments that silently drift to sea Nothing changes but time from my point of view As I investigate that mirror to see someone new Belief, regard, desires, sentiments, all are clues I was there all along holding on to this love for you Diana Mary Sharpton © copywrite 2022 All Rights Reserved |