The unforgivable sleeps with the unforgiven
And the unspoken is clearly heard,
The unseen is a new vision.
Like ghosts haunting for spirituality
Like spirits fading like ghosts
A thought from a dream dreamt into a thought.
Blistering the mind for a reason
Starving for a purpose, meaning, a reason yet fulfilled.
Like the building of a storm, the impending calm.
Like a bird returning to her chicks with the morning catch.
Like a swirling thought with no breeze to exercise the dream.
Stepping the first time into a world onto your own
A love born from the death of a sufficant
Seeing through hearing of a splintered realm dividing old paths and habits.
A love divided becomes a love united
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