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[28 FEB 2011 – As one's
thoughts drift from present day duties to memories of past milestones, the
emotional tug on one's Heart Strings often brings a mist to the eye and a smile
to the lips. Our daily lives fill with
the colors of -- love and hate, hope and loss, joy and sorrow, happiness and grief,
success and failure, and so many more that fill the rainbow of our lives. Within the cloak of our mortal body, is a
cache of dreams for the future -- Dreams wistful and full of yearning; Dreams
full of melancholy and regret; Dreams of love and money; Dreams of family and
friends. One's life is a yardstick that times measures in moments that take
flight and flee, before their savor is felt.]
(Dorothy Hazel Tarr)
--WITHIN MY FASHION--
Within my
fashion of many colors, lies the dust of days gone by.
For in the
lapse of time, I've assailed the fates and soared the winds, following the
currents that led me here.
From my
perch as sentinel of my journey, the life lessons learned as I follow time's
trail, strengthen my resolve, and restore my purpose.
Time and
circumstance have shaped a different nature for every endearment, kindness,
friendship, and LOVE.
Within this
cloak resides a secret world, of time and history that do not seem to weigh of
consequence.
Because the
dream shimmers on the horizon like a sunrise long awaited, suspended in time
and space, just out of reach, where a future of such warmth, promise, and sweet
possibility beckons.
Like a
wild thing, I take wing ever wary of tomorrow's lures, a stronger and gentler
creature of Nature's Err.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]
