Written and posted by Jean-Louis
The dreams of youth germinate
Into cocoons of silky threads
Patiently woven over endless years
Butterfly wings overburdened
By teary clouds hoping
To find their final abode
Among fading flowers
Gathered in passing
Memories collected
In our music boxes
Loose their fleeting hold
To awaken yet again
The dear voices of the past
And the dance steps
Wind down and fade
Discreetly behind the curtain
When the box is shut
And the notes chime anew
On the shelf of our thoughts.
Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:16
For, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall" I Peter 1:24 New International Version (©1984)
Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:16
For, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall" I Peter 1:24 New International Version (©1984)
Jean-Louis
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