The wind, my subtle care no more

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Sweet dreams, reminiscent of a fall day.
Do you hear, as I do, how things are so beautiful?
Hearing voices of tumbling leaves, chaotic ramblings.
or do you fail to listen, to hope, to such silent whispers?
In my mind, I hear no silence, just motion around my life.
Together I would have thought, that this was perfect.
Everyone cares, not as much as I, for you, beside my side.
Yet I know, that my arms are left empty, quietly so.
My heart holds itself against hopeful dreaming, quietly waiting.
It is another day, alone and unwanted, remembering.
Trusting in how I believe, in how I care, knowing.
That my soul finds itself patiently listening to the wind.

Save Nothing

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Featured, Loss

I was asked by an absolute stranger today,
in an inquiring tone and dominating request,
if I would believe as I do, if not having been wrong.

I thought, if I was right today,
could I foresee how I would live tomorrow,
or would I blindly fail to see things behind me?

So I asked, first of myself, then of the stranger,
would these simple questions be too complex,
or would it be easier to ignore the truth?

The stranger paused, with a slow, steady breathing,
with cool eyes and cautious reckoning,
and said, “I believe in asking the question”

Yet I did not hesitate, not even for a second,
my thought was fluid and free, nimble and agile,
as I whispered “if only I had a chance”

The stranger looked at me, with perplexed vision,
quietly pondering my statement and posture,
wondering if I had deeper meaning than they did.

I simply knew my thoughts were precise and accurate.
They were simple crossroads of thought and emotion,
perfectly detailed moments of a life I had loved.

“save nothing”would become the description of my life,
exact moments of expression no one else ever knew.,
yet defining every second as building something more.

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One moment, with purpose.

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I once knew someone; a soul who perfectly illuminated my life.
They were not figment or illusion, but tangible and real.
A perfect spirit who made me feel, too much sometimes, so deeply.

For some time I could not remember, how I could believe, in something…
the kind of thing you cannot see, yet seemingly sets you free.
Yet I find myself asking, trying to find meaning in what I need.

So I ask, finding myself feeding upon the memory of truth I knew,
What does this subtle hint of dreaming bring to my life for you?
I ask, not as if I can remember, but only to dare be honest once more.

These are not things we are meant to know, or care to discover.
They are the honesty in our heart, the moment of serenity we cherish.
A moment in time, that holds us to care, once more.