The Stone Institute

A Long Time Ago

She Wondered into my World, Not Intending to Stay.
We visited Awhile and She Felt my Pain.
She Became the most Beautiful part of my Sorrowful Life.
At night, I dreamed of her love.
I watched her Sleep; With each Breath, I hoped that I would not Awaken.
Even though I could not Touch Her, Her scent Filled my Dreams.
Her Dark Brown Eyes Penetrated deep into my Spirit.
The Ice that Encased my Heart melted as she Smiled.
Her warmth Lit the Fire that went Out a Long Time Ago.
 
Every Emotional Healer risks More than Anyone. 
Once the Past's Raw Anguish is Dulled, the Cruelty feels Different.
Hurting but Without the Emotional Pain.
The Abuse would Never Die; Just Transform to Another Dimension.
The Healer’s Love is never Spared; It’s unfair to Punish the Pure Hearted.
Watch the Lightening Strike on a Warm Summer’s Night.
Finding yourself Hurts More than not Knowing who You Are.
Acknowledging the Truth never Lets you Run or Hide.
I contemplate her love and Realize that she Knows only What I reflect.
 
When I Look in the Mirror My image is Blurred.
But I see her sharply; She is a woman.
Her skin is brown and soft, delicately covering her breasts.
Her muscles Fit tight to her lovely Feminine Frame.
Her Radiant smile is Flanked by her Beautify dark Brown hair.
She only wants to Be Near me.
Time Heals some Wounds but Waits for No One.
 
When our Painful realities become our Haunting Ghosts of the Past,
Memories of the Way things were Frequently fill the gaps.
Past Unresolved Conflicts are the Battlegrounds for the Present.
Spiritual Connections cannot occur Between the Blind and the Sighted.
Music cannot Connect with the Deaf.
Those with Vision live with the Agony of Reality. 
Those who are Blind Sleep at Night.
 
Even though I could not Touch Her, Her scent Filled my Dreams.
Her Dark Brown Eyes Penetrated deep into my Spirit.
The Ice Melts as she Smiles.
Her warmth lights the fire that went out....A long time ago.
 
Kevin S. "Kiki" Merigian © July 2016
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