Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait for the Spring to come.
gregory
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait for the Spring to come.
gregory
"I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
ReplyDeleteuntil only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself."
Wounds for healing prayer, we pair.
My Dear Sweet Ros!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet it is to know you are who you are...
I know, and you know me as well...
I am so thankful for our souls to meet my friend...
Gregory