Telling Sights

As you view from star-shine messages fall to minds,
Care for the thought of you is this the ideas passing.
Falling asleep never wishing to wake from the dreams of you.

Mary my mother a heartbeat away grasping this light of my name,
Telling sights, you are this vision passing by with endless time.
Holding you in the heart for peace this flows for you.

Can we see theses endless days far from doubt holding fast,
Singing as the sound is clear open for you is this your heart.
The heart you had I lost my soul mixed emotions we are.

Wishing you happiness find this today I wish on the universe,
We had no time freedom called these days I wish more than this.
You know from words of the author this is personal to us.

Fresh clean oxygen a wanting for life they take from us,
Bankruptcy there in ruin never a caring thought of the people.
To see the sun, rise please banish the fear you are loved.

Passing by these streets autumn comes again is this heaven,
Winter sheds the tears crisp blue days that is life.
Clouds gather for the singing bird’s migration dreams.

Kiss me there is now love story moon beams shatters,
The wanting for the lost who are never lost I remember please.
You are the world beyond worlds visit me tonight.

 

© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII Progressive Poetry, Fragmented

Family

Across this barren landscape becomes hope today,

Words do not become my angels singing peace.

Calling out for you I love with passion now.

 

Hold my heart gently communication holds fast,

No more to darkness compressed energy now.

I hold you in my arms atmospheres clear.

 

Breath again all that are passing throughout,

This history tells open minds gather inception.

I am birth falling to clouds this is love.

 

No collusion with their demons gives away,

Further understand freedom voice calls for you.

Be free heaven bound never forgotten.

 

Years pass I lost you to memory I find you,

My lost one you are found this love,

Can I call for you see you in visions.

 

The family across the universe come close,

Wishing upon light for the fallen.

Never lost holding fast to dreams we are here.

 

© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII Progressive Poetry Fragmented