Angel Peychinov –

On My Telling All

On my telling all, the skies counted my last breath
As if, the beginning flowed within a smile
Exquisitely existing in the windows of our lives
In rooms where we speak of things
Ancient, yet known inside of our hearts
All the while

I have known different dimensions within my soul
Other lands with lovely blue seas
Is it not evident when you look into my eyes
I am reminded of a love unforgettable
Incredibly dear scenes I hold in precious jars
Of my memories

Endless thoughts reveal answers already known
A wisdom carried in the mist untold
Sailing into all that you think lies before you
Circling to stand alone with the heart
That once existed in the windows of our lives
In the rooms we withhold

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011