Acceptance

Hunza 10

Wish I get the flowers of my willing dreams
Yet sadness sustains powerfully its means. 
Borders rule emotions, souls may fall apart,
Shadowing the hope, stars could miss their spark.
Pain gets tears to sky while may judge the chart
Of the acts which trouble wishes to the dark.

@Simona Prilogan, 07/02/2018, Nottingham

Acceptance

 

… it’s windy…

Blue dream

… it’s windy and I will make a nice excuse: Today it’s without hats…Today it’s all about feeling free.
Mixing bouquets of ideas in my whole universe… But it’s the clock of reality that sounds so cruel in the cold morning and reminds me that I must catch the bus in time for handover.

… now when I was just modeling beautiful dreams… I have washed my sleepy eyes with the water of life and run away in the field hoping that dreams will carry on their line… and through medication charts I find myself telling bright words and catching for some moments the beauty of a soul; flaming the joy of it. It’s the most beautiful gift today, the spark of a dream which seems is returning to life, and the smile of a troubled soul who speaks unwanted words. An entire world stretches between our moments. People and souls. Smile with tears. Pain and joy… A life beyond limits and prejudices.
The stories are many, and always sad, they often sneak up a humorous light, that gaunt haze that breaks out like a hot lava from the deep meaning of existence. Support that balances the infiltration of reality… We always talk about desires. About these for today. About the future. The universe is moved by will. To want. To hope. To be…

… The crying eyes of the mother who still hopes for a painless day for her baby.

… The young man who assures his wife that he will be home shortly… And the tear thirsts her with the warmth of the words spoken so kindly… while his the body is affected by metastasis…

… there is plenty of life’s will around, with tears and joy… Tales weighed in time. With memories that peculiar hours have made them more and more full of charm.

… it’s windy today… and silence squeezes through smiles and dreams. And the flight of wind is still in the world of imagination, where all the pains end and happiness dances on the golden bulbs of hope…

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Wishes

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What kind of tears
do the wishes face?
Lonely through my space
walk away from fears.

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Dancing with the Faith,
singing to the Moon,
smiling always soon
to the Morning mate.

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Get embraced by Sun
and washed by the Rain,
out of any Pain,
still Believe and Run.

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Questioning the days
answering through nights
to my higher flights,
Wishes get their ways.

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