The seasons of walking through life...incomplete thoughts. A work in progress.
The seasons go by.
Everyone should experience the heart that is lit with that little spark. It is the catching of our eyes, the moment where my soul makes landfall with yours. It is the glory of giddiness in the desire to be close.
If only these sparks would hypnotize us forever and never let go. It is innocence, a hopeful pursuit of the total abandonment of you and me.
Please stay, don’t go. Don’t succumb to the tragedy that haunts our days.
We should all know the wonderment of the spark.
The seasons go by.
When the tears fall, they show the inner wounds that have overcome the walls of our guarded hearts.
Time flows with fury as do our dreams and yearning for tender mercies. I am tired.
Our days are rapidly running to our finish lines. Simple moments of love and beauty wish that we would be captivated again. This is worth it, this is wonderful, hang on.
The scars that are left leave us so frail. Why is it we can be so unkind? A chill of indifference takes hold. Oh, how I long to sit and see into your heart, and you see mine.
The calluses are hard and thickened by the unending trials, but love does exist; it is down there so deep. I want to find you; do you want to find me?
