Sunday, March 15, 2015

i cannot touch you

i cannot touch you.
your visage,
faded behind
filters, experiential.
aging,
world wearied.
songs that were us,
now pretty tunes
that touch ever so
gently
that spot once
aching  with feeling.
youth and decades,
swept up in time's
torrential downpours
and sun spots.
the dreamer still dreams
at night,
dreams forgotten
by morning.
lodged somewhere
in the collection
that is and was,
my life.


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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings