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Author: Tammy |
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Date Posted: 15:51:47 01/21/08 Mon Scribes from the Shore As I drift along the sea of life, wondering when there might be some sign that I have not been forgotten here and the echo of old cries fades off into the sunset where hopes for a better tomorrow bring a refreshing visual of what could be etched inside my tattered book of life So that I may reflect on every cursive line in the deafening silence of dreaming as I walk along silently under pastel skies And the longing to embrace you begins to appear upon the scattered torn pages of all those yesteryears that were tucked out of sight while my dried tears lay spattered on these old yellowed pages that now lay before me as a reminder that times change people change, and life does most certainly change like the tides that sweep up at my feet Every moment suspended in the heavens as I sit awaiting the arrival of this new script that will begin to scribe future pages of my life Where my tears will become joyous ones and the soft scars will gently fade to nothingness I long for your caresses, and to hear that raspy voice spoken from lips That I could never forget Even after all the years that separated us Yet, in the quiet of sitting here on the shores I hear the incessant squall of circling birds that reverberate inside my mind trying to distort the images and thoughts that appliquéd themselves to the canvas of my forever hopeful mind And so, I sit quietly along the shores In the silence of knowing that somewhere out there, you walk alone too reviewing the older tattered pages of your own life, and wonder how to turn that page so that we may read from the same book of life and fill in the next chapter in our aged scripts These pages that are yet to be filled blank sheets that await the storyteller's able hands to scribe the future chapters that we both long to share, while we both sit on different shore lines---waiting, wondering My hands long to touch you and know it is real while my mind aches to fill these pages with you beneath the moonlit nights bringing us into the dawn of eternity so that we may begin filling those empty chapters Yet, I know with all certainty that the storyteller will reveal the final pages of our script when the tides turn and the moments we anticipated begin to etch themselves within the heartbeat of our souls where tomorrow becomes every today and no page is ever again left unwritten Until then, I await you on the shores of life, filtering the sand that falls between my hands to the blank pages of our books reminding me that all is revealed in the quiet of knowing that time never stands so still if only we can embrace our hearts and forego all the undercurrents from yesteryear's tattered entries Because no star will ever shine in the heavens until the storyteller completes our scripts and we begin to share these amazing scribes from the shores ~For eternity~ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |