life

Fragments of time

/ Emmanuel Johnson / Leave a comment 
That time, we sailed 
across the breeze. 
That time, those times; 
I truly, was alive.
I remember, all the time; 
the days went well. 
Despite, most times,
the nature of those times.

Those times, I rewind; 
I truly, was alive.
In time, that time
in You, I found:
a piece, to fill the wells, 
which burn in me.
A piece; that peace
to keep me through all times.

All times, all times,
I remember, all the time: 
that time; that time 
indeed, was the right time. 
And now, this time,
I sit and revel under:
this time, all times
I truly, am alive.

By Emmanuel Johnson

Comforter

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Some day,
I shall learn of words that describe you: 
a painting of things within.
Things within.
Things within me;
which cannot be expressed.
Until that day;
one day; some day:
I feel your warm embrace,
as you, sit beside me;
loudly, whispering; silent,
words, which cannot be expressed.
By Emmanuel Johnson

Euphoric

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Venturing, through the corridors 
of thrill and bliss; in this:
a joy to light my face, and yours, 
for tomorrow, we dismiss.
Too far to go through the village;
but close; to the swan on lane.
Past flashing dreams across the stage, 
and hope to the last of pain.
Indeed, those days were true,
a joy to light my face, and yours,
I still, think about you;
venturing, through the corridors.
By Emmanuel Johnson