The vast journey from sleep to that soft transfer of thought is the most poignant time of the day. That time where dreams become memory become reality and where nothing I do could possibly hide me from the true state of my heart. Where my soul and my body are mine for this brief moment, every square inch of all their years belong to me.
Sleep leaves and before I open my eyes the slow ghosts of change enhance the loss, new encounters wash over me, seep into my soul and fill me to the brim. I hover here until the light lifts the mist and the brief perfection is loved into absence.
~ A tremendous write from a Friend ~
Hello! This is glorious! Beautiful Jack. Am falling in love with the writes. Exactly what I want to read ...
ReplyDelete"That time where dreams become memory become reality and where nothing I do could possibly hide me from the true state of my heart.
Where my soul and my body are mine for this brief moment, every square inch of all their years belong to me.
~ I hover here until the light lifts
the mist and the brief perfection is loved into absence.
Great Jack! Love it! :)
This is not my write the it's a friend that I asked if I was able to borrow as it truly marveled me when I read it yesterday night.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't matter. Many thanks for sharing it Jack. Hugs :)
ReplyDeletewhat beautiful prose and a perfect picture for it. thanks for posting this Jack. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this and also thanks to your friend for allowing you to share. It's very beautiful. The picture is also
ReplyDeleteIt's tremendous pros and I "borrowed it" from a friend...Your welcome there Suzy how are ya?
ReplyDeleteCheryl your write of recent literally is a tremendous story! I wish to say that.....
ReplyDeletedoing well, thanks Jack. though since I was up all night I slept my day away......I guess I will have to take some sleeping pills tonight so that I sleep and then of course ......dream. ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you , did you take this photograph it fits so well ...Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYeah I forgot Jack ... the picture create a mystery to the writes. The Sun amids the frosted winter that only says ... the Sun still Rise, even in the winter time of life. A very fine photograph that tells the inside of a man ... beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are doing well and I am reading around and was going to go out and take some shots tonight but no I am going to wait till another day, but glad you are alright.
ReplyDelete,beautiful photo...peaceful...and lovely words
ReplyDeleteJust in the relaxed mood, actually philosophical I guess.
ReplyDeleteThat is beautifully described..
ReplyDeleteThanks Rashmi...it's not my own but I read it and thought it was entirely ........something par few can do.
ReplyDeleteAs I still maintain it's all within the writes.