Created this blog because this new-found-dear-friend(you're quite a mouthful:]) thought I had a voice and a mind worth listening to. So to begin the process, here's a poem created just for this moment.
It's never too late to dream
Even as death hinders one's breath
And the wind becomes a sensation ever so slight
As memories meander through the closing doors
Leaving their trailing echoes and unrequited desires
In the realm of unfulfillment
It's never too late to be
The hand that soothes the pain
The gaze which fosters scarlet and forgetfulness,
Gentle cooing tells of a life meant pure and simple
Laughter hides insecurities and raises unasked questions
And yet; blesses the encounter
It's never too late to hope
As chances occur only when meant to
And beget unforeseen reasons to live
Once mundane formalities given vigor
With the same being different
Esperance alleviates the ill-fated
It's never too late to love
For an incomparable transcendence exists
Logic and time shattered beyond recognition
And the pieces; pigments of a lover's kiss
But veneers suppress and love is quelled
And the truth becomes meaningless
While questions return to the fray
Leaving trailing echoes and unrequited desires
In the realm of unfulfillment
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