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The Wind and Bricks of Change
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The Wind and Bricks of Change |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Oh, Listen! Can you hear how blows the wind of change from a whisper to a shout until I turn about … but left or right, North or South, through brambles, bushes, thorns, or flowing with a river to creations of the sea or manifestations of a dream waiting with an offering I’d like to call my own. Tedious is change that makes me re-arrange the way I act and speak, the way I call your name, and the way my soul seeks its rightful home … but there is no peace today until my bed is made and the ceiling put on the dream of hope. And when I play the game with all the cards I’m dealt I know the ace is hiding, I know what it looks like … but it’s the way it feels that keeps me with no shelter over an unmade bed. The building bricks of change perhaps will wall off dreams or maybe lend support for the sealing of dream pacts … but in the here and now; how hard it is to make a bed when dreams have tossed and turned! |
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~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
Wow! This is most impressive. A pleasure to read, thanks! |
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~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
Just had to add, this is the part that churned the most: Tedious is change that makes me re-arrange the way I act and speak, the way I call your name, and the way my soul seeks its rightful home … but there is no peace today until my bed is made and the ceiling put on the dream of hope.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, ~K~. I very much appreciate your reply. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
so true! well done! |
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