Strung Out

Sandy Hibbard — Sat, 28 Mar 2015 21:12:13 +0000

Strung Out
In the morning’s first light I think on love
And when the last group of stars sweep across my eyelids
My dream is fixed on love
In between fresh hope and my own anticipated comfort
My emotions are strung out
Like a merry twisted strand of lights
Some dangling off the wire carelessly
Others misplaced or burned out
Twinkling, dancing, fading
and crushed
Meditations, prayers, pleadings, tears and conversation
Exploring, creating, working, fears and aspirations
The magic of the sunrise and aroma of fresh coffee
The faint song of the bluejay
All work in tandem to lift my space into joy
Morning has come and with it a thousand years of possibilities
The tinkling rant of the rain on the porch
Reminds me that there is yet another season of growth for me
And there is time for giving
For I am focused on love
Painful mystical and illusive, burning hearts like a branding iron
Unconditional hopeful and healing, lifting me higher than my own desire
Courage grows stronger through the day but seems to wane as the light fades
Time slips again with all her demands
And chooses to slip into the night
Another moment held at bay
One more tear to end the day
Ever hopeful, steady, focused, like a train slithering along the track
Longing, weary, faded fears determined never to look back
In between the star-dusted night and the glimmer of morning
I dream in the mist of love
Where there is music wine and laughter
Dancing and living
Under the spell of giving
Holding hands and kissing
Understanding what was missing
Long walks and conversation, champagne and chocolate covered berries
Bringing to each other’s heart the fullness that we carry
Strung out
I dream on love
I dream with you
© Sandy Hibbard

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Strung Out