Mind Walker, once living in flesh...


Sparks in Timelessness




Misty chronicles still remain
ancient stories
in the back of my soul-frame


Deep down in my Mindscape
still alive, those liquid shapes
Lifetimes long left behind
with a beauty of its own kind

Colours, sounds, peculiar scents
woodlands, birds, wind and rain
But most of all I remember touch
it can't be found on the spirit plane

Skin to skin, lips to lips
sunrays playing on your face
Exquisite parcels of life and light
leaving their glorious trace

Tenderness whispering its secrets
in the caverns of compassion
Stars roaming deep inside
brought by the joy of passion

I deeply cherish that lovely commotion
that special corner of my soul excursion


Misty chronicles still remain
ancient stories
in the back of my soul-frame






Poetry by Mirage
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Written on 2006-05-04 at 09:40

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Kathy Lockhart
Loved the longing of the Spirit for form again.
"But most of all I remember touch
it can't be found on the spirit plane

Skin to skin, lips to lips
sunrays playing on your face
Exquisite parcels of life and light
leaving their glorious trace."

You expessed it beautifully...kathy
2006-05-04


Teala
Wow, what a collection of wonderful images this is! Very nice!!
2006-05-04