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Our life is built in blocks of time that nourish our future. |
PYRAMIDS OF PROMISE You look at me – blinded Transparent as glass, you search Meadows, we’ve walked and lingered Still baffled when a doe feeds from my hand You ask my essence - how I can trust There is beauty in broken wings that heal The once captive dove still a symbol of peace Released - she forgives and chooses flight again Pedestals of broken glass crumble Azure waters sweeping memory to sand Where children will laugh and lovers will love Rhythmic waves on the shores of life meant to give You look at me - fear I am blinded Ethereal vapor meant but for the heavens Vision clouded by butterflies that lit on my hand Choosing paths of impossible odds to find warmth again You give me warmth - I feel you The brilliance of your eyes in the starlight Duality of your passion, melding fire and heart Creating symphonies of intellect and gentle progressions Vision is the path we choose to create A linen stretched taunt, free from hue or touch Is brushed in oils of vibrant corals and gentle pastels Bearing the canvas of our humanity in patinas of tolerance You ask me to forget - one who mattered A wall we’ve yet to scale and sentimental mortar Pieces, an intricate puzzle whose image is abandoned But whose journey was embedded in that which you cherish We have a choice - pyramids of promise Steeped in wonder and respect of ageless time Remove a brick and the integrity is threatened to fail We build our lives in moments of grace meant to endure Love retained bears no threat Only bitterness bleeds into rivers of hope Silt on the banks carries nourishment to the fields Where life is fed in quartz and clay to sustain another You are another - a journey just begun Trust granted in moments, time and transparency Blushed with promise we travel gently the gifts of past It is what I have and all that I am that cannot be abandoned Where we will go - I cannot promise I rest in your arms serene in the landscape I am made of faith covered in down to pillow you I know no other way but to blanket you when you are chilled Gifts become our legacy of time The dreams wrapped in sunsets and dawns What is unveiled a mystery to treasure in the passage That we climb this mountain together is more than enough for now |