In retrospect I am a deep thinker. So much so, there are times I have trouble shutting down my mind. Especially at night. I have tried journaling but never seem to be consistent enough to keep it going. And while I never considered myself a poet, I have my moments when the Spirit brings forth the creativity within my soul, and the feelings and words meld together.
Reflections of the Heart was written in such a moment when my heart was feeling a bit heavy with nostaglia.
Reflections of the Heart was written in such a moment when my heart was feeling a bit heavy with nostaglia.
Reflections of the Heart
Ephemeral thoughts
of days gone by
of stories not told
of lives not shared.
All shapes and sizes
like people
not always what we have done,
but what we have failed to do.
Unspoken words
a missed card
of a special moment in time.
The failing to share a beautiful moment
or an anticipation
or endearment
or celebration.
Without taking the initiative
think of the possibilities
or the enrichment
of making the connection
missed.
Then the moment is gone
and we feel the void
of what could of
if we would of.
And while the hands of the clock
move not backward
let not the lamentations
stop the pendulum of our hearts
from moving forward.
November 30, 2011 © Cynthia Gallo
Comments
Post a Comment