The lights come with the season;
Basic, More, Extraordinary.
Each year there is a new story;
Time, Effort, Exhaustion.
Their beauty inspires;
Wonder, Intrigue, Awe.
In the end;
Hope, Love, Contentment.
If only for the moment.
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Simplicity 2
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The moment of time,
The look exchanged forever,
The love felt always.
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Simplicity
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I can feel it now.
Both vast and wide openness,
Held tight I will smile.
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How It Burns
Common, oft forgotten
forever vilified.
Never invited, always multiplying,
The bane of the surrounding beauty.
As destructive as beautiful,
Intended; not; encompassing.
Immeasurable damage.
Awe inspiring.
Combined they strengthen,
Previous potential never seen,
An everlasting imprint.
How does it begin?
Gone
Gone is the vibrance, all of the color.
Forced out permanently; the rust has taken
over.
The buildings all lay vacant.
No more energy, hard work or sweat.
The men have to leave, not given any choice or
option.
Where will they go?
How will the whole continue to survive,
Without the middle?
Let sleeping dogs lie
Momentary peace, momentary silence
Not a single bark or howl to be heard,
It is a time for reflection.
Companionship, frustration
Love, annoyance, comfort.
A partner in crime,
Who never fails to bring a smile.
Unconditional,
Undying,
A partner in life.
The Hunt for Inspiration
The simple, the mundane it can
always be found within
the toughest task is to be
willing, willing to look.
The beauty can show through
or it can be felt, the
wildcard is who for it
is easy to overlook.
Take the time to
fully absorb the moment,
opportunity too often floats
by.
Behind the facade, behind
the mist lays your
greatest accomplishment just
waiting, waiting for you
to find it.
~A
Java
Warmth, liquid, mug
Awake, aware, action
Achieve, Complete, Success.
Crisp
Crisp, cold, bone chilling.
My breathe is the only thing I can see.
Where is the warmth found,
Under a wool blanket,
Or next to a freshly stoked fire?
Those only warm the skin.
Heat is what is I need.
The type of heat that is rare,
The type of heat found in your arms.
Your heat warms not just the skin,
But my heart and soul.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 