delectable

delectable

2-18-2012

old friends, family and food

make an inspired, delectable mood;

oh the stories to tell

and history to recount-

we grow again together

with great thoughts roaming

am left wondering alien landscapes:

where to go with legs energetic

spinning wildly through time/space-

love denoted beauty on face

new names and features,

how eager the ear to listen

when among good company;

now fly free white bird

sail over foreign cloud absurd

the future is unwritten by a

thousand scribes divining why,

forever pondering in flight;

my the wings now outstretched

and bruises left to heal

and an open wound is unsown

my very heart I may disown

yet its feelings I cannot ignore,

nor the ceiling to stare at from floor;

many paths winding, future finding

mood climbing or wanderers' timing

with exactness the deliverance of victory-

spent frugally or anonymously

each event shares its importance;

whether cut short or prolonged with short notice

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"his discolored, sallow eyes gazed deeply into.."

"eternity, which stretched forever onwards..."

"groping fingers for crag on precipice found little.."

"great hope grew beneath an exhausted demeanor..."

"he climbed until the sky knighted his shoulders with mist..."

"and walking through the clouds, great revelations came..."

"a figure appeared before him dressed in white gown..."

"his failing eyes grew watery with the divine sight..."

"hope sprang inside his stolid heart, and he wept..."

"four miniscule droplets of vapor dotted his every pore..."

"raising his hands upward, he walked through stratus and cirrus..."

"and just as he thought the journey's enlightenment was done..."

"the descent over a green valley, wide and fertile, waited for him..."

"he sprang into the jungle with every inch of skin devoted to explore..."

"the humid atmosphere enveloped him, body and soul, completely..."

"she waited with feet tapping, mind wondering and wandering..."

"her dream man was suffering gradually, though he enjoyed the cadence..."

"his shorn face and inebriated mind welcomed all experience..."

"many of them waited for his call, one day, to summon and live..."

"though weary, he pressed ever onwards, knowing the awards ahead"

James P McCabe