Casually waiting for when to make use for such song and dance about it, as an earpiece that acts as a passing cloud for the moment.
A calling that awakens for the light of day as to pick up an open book from taking a moment to look out on the world. What stirs the night for dreams, if not to play a part in the story to tell?
The more to discover the more the past being held onto fades. As knowledge that is being absorbed from one mind to another. Now they know can finally rest in peace as their weary mind is done.
When within a corner it becomes an urge to see for the other side of that corner, knowing what is being turned is just an angle from where to be looking.
Filled their mind with stories that the flame to burn glows of make believe, and is how they exactly turn out themselves. It takes others to turn those stories into something to believe in.
In the forest; if to play by the romantic gestures then are not timing the absence to have all too well. As flowers given that during moments apart will gradually fade and whither away. Although till the last dried petal that falls and crumbles to dust, will expect a return visit. While distantly away in parts of lands as open as the mind may consider the relationship. Their heart becomes an idolised image, something needing to give, and some thing needing to please, however. There are also another who expects just the same, a passer-by, a traveller, some one who is drawn to such thoughts.
In the stones; a little sweetener or for those just deserts to have a romantic moment knowing it being off hinge, throwing a rattle out of the pram is just a sign of breathing space and indications for that unclosed door, love walks upon the surface for where needing to come up for air and open space is just a fence to sit upon.
Zechariah Ch.8:V.17 " - And let none of you imagine evil in your hearts against his neighbour; and love no false oath: for all these are things that I hate, saith the LORD."
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