Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Like Heartache

Cresting the tidal wave of sunlight
ending in points
of color                      
blue and yellow              
golden filters
         butterfly . .
a habit of watching
rewarded . . 

cresting happiness
which though
so ephemeral                                 
as effervescent             
as a bubble
a moment where wings                   
lift the spirit
which crumbles                     
so easily crushed        
against the harsh
embrace of                               
and universe
with all its glory                        
and beauty

red stones in the road                    
like drops of blood
burnished and turned
each left                              
like a sign                  
to the wanderer
the harvest is contentment  
fleshy fruits           
hang low
to entice
the hungry soul
like becoming         
like fish in trees              
like patterns against the blue
like many hued clouds
bursting with dew . ..                 

Like music                   
      in the wind . .
the birds                       
       on the wing
a sky so blue          
a sun so warm . . .
I dream of innocence
for in the end                          

when all the stars           
are gone:
the darkness 
remains . . .

  Krzysztof Malinowski, "Catharsis"

This was just what I wanted to hear . . . Uplifting music, with a clear sound; conducive to smiles and relaxation . . wings that lift me up as I listen . . . a breath of fresh air relieving pent-up pain . . . sorrow and grief flow away into an endless streaming breeze . . . Music has a way of touching the soul's deepest feelings . .. reflecting and inspiring the mind of the heart. This album is a tale . .. a tale of darkness and pain . . . a tale of escape and desire . . . . a tale of death and re-birth . . .


    Lines Build Walls by Ehren Starks

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