That is so beautiful, thank you, M'Lady. Very morose right time now. Life does, indeed, feel very much in the mist. It's good to be Loved ; all a Man can wish for, in his dying breath, is knowing he is loved by *someone*. I'm just grateful I'm a very stubborn Soul, always True to Life. When all is so very black, I patiently wait for that glimmer of the Sunrise; if even it were my last, the Dawn would be my final sight.
I Wake up from a short dream to read your “Gray World”. Two “IFs” I ponder and think the gray-dark shadows are like in a dream. Formless yet seen like smoke or fog that surrounds; yet will dissipate with the rising of light that brings the note that hope and love exist as does the rose to be savored, perhaps cut and placed in a vase. Transitory color - contrasts against the gray world that fades and there the IF world of love still remains.
That is so beautiful, thank you, M'Lady. Very morose right time now. Life does, indeed, feel very much in the mist. It's good to be Loved ; all a Man can wish for, in his dying breath, is knowing he is loved by *someone*. I'm just grateful I'm a very stubborn Soul, always True to Life. When all is so very black, I patiently wait for that glimmer of the Sunrise; if even it were my last, the Dawn would be my final sight.
I Wake up from a short dream to read your “Gray World”. Two “IFs” I ponder and think the gray-dark shadows are like in a dream. Formless yet seen like smoke or fog that surrounds; yet will dissipate with the rising of light that brings the note that hope and love exist as does the rose to be savored, perhaps cut and placed in a vase. Transitory color - contrasts against the gray world that fades and there the IF world of love still remains.