A Vortex To A Quill

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to the vast duration of negate circumstances all of life is a test each of us is caught up in its fix you see out of sincere necessity one is willing in which to achieve the heavy garb of compromise is suddenly removed from there eyes does it come at any big enough surprise the closing of the door another window will appear this time very clear light & love hands, eyes & feet shadows block the vortex in my magestic thoughts once again I'm on a raft near the shore I suddenly get tired falling into a sleep next I know I'm out in the middle of the sea away from know civilization life hits us hard when we least axpect it to many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew sullen brevity the quill is a welcoming mat for all to enter a heart saturated with truth will withstand the truest test of time sublime many times we have to come up for air a little folding of the hands and then hopefully you will understand yet a heart will not beat something it clearly can't the mere notion of love is not for the faint hearted love permeates a soul vested existence with columns of lavender torn in its vested mockery we now come suddenly to a close for I never felt like this before you were all I was living for