Hope



Berries flourish like diamonds on royal wedding dresses, like white angels awakening to those they will bless, swaying footsteps delicately across the stars
Thoughts cast new spells on humanity for hope, safety, world peace and prosperity.
Lately I've been lost in this peaceful light.
Warmed by sounds sweeping my heart through rays and gentle blossoms of suns
begun, wilted - over again and then I gain such stillness of mind. Such intent of conscious devine bliss I know is mine, aswell.
Oh tell?
I find heavenly names spun into imagery of paradises from dreams yet to be fulfilled.
I hope to see them, walk the walls, kiss the floors, say I know I'm yours
and still I dream of more than this of an everlasting fount attached to memory of love.
Love.
Real and true. Real and doing. Moving.
On.
Never quitting on this journey of fair hills and graceful mountain ridges slicing edges into the earth telling its blunt yet resonating stories of glories and innocence's yet unthought of. A newness.
A sort of sweetness. Oneness almost.
Acceptance of a truth of it. The only truth that can be here and now. Fresh.
Refreshing like weathering; drying after drenching. Something more than what it seems.
Gleam that on me. Stir that into my soul. I cry.
I pondered why for a long time; days went by quicker, better; wondered, emptied my heart ready to be filled once again by the beyondness. Ready to shine. To be fine.
Things I did - I did faster, creations around me grew, drew more beauty into their life.
Colours were abundant on the dullest days.
Swaths of wildlife crossed my path in stunning calmness.
Twists came about pushing me into the great outdoors more than I had seen in weeks of fake lights and closed off reality.
Insights moved me and passed with a delicacy about it and I didn't fight it. Just let it be.
And that felt right. Life passed. Lived. Flowers were left. Things got done. Affirmations sung and then sunk back into the oceans that rose them up like dolphins turning tales on echoes of winds and vibrating from afar then sinking their beaks back into the deep, deep waters.
Torments quietened and almost disappeared from what mattered most in that moment. A front; a facade broken down and stemmed into glittery daytime meditations.
Mentions became just that. Just. Interest.
And it was okay that way for a long time. Until I forgot to forget the pen and the blue skies which leads us to today and how things are in this moment. My moment. Your moment.
Meant for existence together beyond this simple few seconds read/ poem.
This knowing.
This - blissful ending.
Beginning again.
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Written on October 04, 2022

Submitted by HeatherLydiaThornhill on October 04, 2022

Modified on April 26, 2023

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Heather Lydia Thornhill

Moods and mindsets poetry. Published. Book in progress: Don't talk rot. more…

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