I see tomorrow, born from death

When death steal your tomorrow
leaving you with more questions than sorrows
What is life, so fragile, no time to waste
who am I, where do I belong, where is my space?

Memories painting a picture against the wall
trying to make sense of yesterday’s Fall
Some make you smile, some make you cry
there is nothing of yesterday to deny.

As time tempers the Mind and heals the Heart
the Soul is looking ahead to play its part
Will my Heart find love again…
will my Mind be inspired by then?

As the seasons change my world from aloof
my last Winter has brought me the truth
setting me free, inspired my heart to sing
saving my Soul from dying, just before Spring

No limitation, no borders to stay within
just a new life unfolding, ready to begin
I see tomorrow, born from my pain
I see my mind… designing my future again

My Heart has woken from a deep sleep
ready to commit, to take a life to keep
I see a purpose, I see blessing from above
I see expressions… the trademark of love

My Soul found Summer, ready to grow
raising my existence from a low
I see life, the biggest blessing to walk tall
I see my Soul… found a home for them all.

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◄ The riddle called Love

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Nigel Astell

Thu 10th Jun 2021 01:41

Soul Summers inside this poem come alive.

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