Reach out,
For my hands
Lay outstretched,
To welcome yours;
Through setting suns,
And rising dawns,
Through mist filled airs,
And darkness bound.
Reach out,
Old friend,
My ears are perked,
To be filled with sounds,
Of your nightmares,
My drums-
They yearn,
to welcome your sobs,
And pass the message
Through arms outstretched.
Reach out,
To the arms,
You once lifted,
When raging storms,
Depleted my joy.
Old friend,
Who lit up my world,
Once more.
My hands,
Won’t tire of being outstretched.
Reach out,
For you deserve to see,
The sun
And feel it’s light,
In your soul.
Beautiful!
Your line about reaching out to see the sun, made me think of the sunflowers reaching for the sun. They are fresh in my mind since we were just talking about them. 🙂
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Hahaha, when I saw your post too, I was like “I just write about this!” 😄
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Great minds think alike you know! 🙂
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Really beautiful.
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Thank you very much
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The imagery is so moving; there’s a heaviness and a lightness as i can relate the past and present to each line.
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Aww, thank you very much, I’m glad to hear you could relate with this. That’s the whole point 😄
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Beautiful lines Ameena.
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Thank you very much. ☺️
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the sincerity. the honesty. the open heart. such a heartrending and kindness oozing piece, Ameena. you are brilliant.
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Thank you very much Rosemary, haha, I just write. Thanks ❤
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