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~ Paintings of the Past ~
Of days gone by, thy mind’s eye reflects upon the sketches of what once was...
Sketches of sunsets perched over oceans, vast forests that lie unknown to most, and flowing mountains, impassible to all but the spirit. To these memoirs, I reminisce…many of each has my spirit encountered. With power and prayer does it yearn for the color and sensation of what they once offered, now nothing more than fleeting strokes upon thy life’s canvas.
But alas, not all fade their beauty into such bittersweet sorrow, for few…those precious few, are but moments from thy day. In those I recall, how thy spirit danced with another… sharing each moment of heaven’s gifts together. To these, our souls shared but a singular breath, if only for that moment, now with no name.
Of this…my spirit sings…paintings of fiery sunsets that sacrifice their crimson essence to dance upon the flowing waves that oceans show with grace. Through all of this, our souls sang together…verses filled with love for one another.
Of this…my spirit sings…paintings of ancient lives springing from the forest floor. Mother nature’s peace and solitude, nurtured for all living souls. Through all of this, our souls sang together…verses filled with veneration for our short time in this world.
Of this, my soul sings…paintings of colossal peaks, stretching to the heavens, adorned with misty crowns. For they are the elders…the ones whom endure against all throughout the ages. Through all of this, our souls sang together…verses of hope and possibility in days to come.
Some would say that one needs only the sketch… ...but incomplete would it forever remain. For the memory’s paintings are thy masterworks, and passion is thy master.
Hieros ~ 2003
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