May our love always
be a bridge
from this day
Onward
May we always return to love
Unending and Eternal
May our journey together
be long and fruitful
May our joy
be Everlasting.
Blessings abundantly
Flowing.
One of the first things I ever wrote
“I am a mirror to you, cold and distant
for the way you treat me,
I look away
from you
and our home.”
Has nothing to do with now.
Only a memory.
a phrase that has lived
nearly as long as I have.
I keep it close to me.
Though it serves no purpose
other than to upset me
with it’s power.
I release it now.
I release all
that does not serve me
and bring me joy.
Memories from a distance
I don’t want to go
back into the past
I want to live here and now
my soul has acclimated
to peace and freedom
I will not relinquish it.
Do I visit?
Always.
As a bearing for how far away I am now.
But revisit?
Never that.
Not me baby.
Remembrance
my heart is heavy with loss
love is still sent
wherever they may be
whatever journey they’re on.
Hands to hold
my heart
the past
the present
open
giving
with love
gratitude
and a deep humbleness
at the gifts of such souls
I have had the honor
to call
friends.
I will hold you
forever.
To light the way
spring new
unencumber yourself
from the way you remember
a new day
a new dawn
life moves on
with or without you
hold dear
the ones you love
hold the memories
lovingly
hold the friendship
in your heart
depart
from the dark
reminisces
they don’t bring
happiness
embrace the love you felt
and let it all pass on
as they have.
I long
for days with friends
loved ones
no longer here
Their voices, words, and laughter
linger in my mind.
Conversations with kindred spirits
dear and remembered.
Words thats will never be said again.
Such is the loss.
Many friends remain
but the loss
is still deeply felt
just the same.
Light folds
in
on itself
reworking
reimagining
itself
in prism
and color
and depth
touching
bathing
itself in it’s own light
fractals of Fibonacci
sacred and pure
this is the way
this is the path.
Do you see?
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heavy sigh
what I aspire to
the words
of insight and inspiration
lovingly kept
in a velvet lined box
far from prying eyes
they will not be opened
they will not be released
to this ground
to this space
without
a re emergence
of spirit
which I have no control over.
May they come and be glorious.
For now,
I have no words.
Alyssa’s Vision 