Words try to say what feelings have but felt
Fact will remain that feelings can not be explained
Regret weighs heavy yet it should not be
Without meaning and purpose
The soul will fret and give way
It’s depth had a meaning and its worth is not shallow
The soul will prevail all the course of its show
It searches and ponders and wonders
Curiosity lingers when given its space
Think
Be true to your soul
Willing and able as much as you should
Love and be long
Truth shows it’s time
Space for each moment
For thoughts to behold
The time isn’t measured by hands on a clock
But souls feeling presence and love bearing wounds
Clasping each moment as trapped by the sun
The moon and stars would align a new day
Forth with new meaning and songs spun a
Tune
Fresh on my breast be still
Weep not
Pray
Peace be your stay
