http://slow.writerscafe.org/InnerJourney The original writings of author Inner Journey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990607 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 sensual yearning.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226573/  you're a cometblazing a measureless sky,pure water quenchinga long-held thirst,a promise feedingour hungry souls..  we have been reborn to a higherconsciousness,endowed with a rising hopethat our tomorrowscould be bright,our futures worth the effort. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226441/      we traveled trails of vaporeclipsed by hues of crimson where amber rooms held lessons to learn,& music caressed our abandon, the moments poured a promise of fusion born to passion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226434/ we are here in the library made of the books of your past; books yellowed with the dust of age, books that hold the secrets of you, the sorrows of you, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226431/ i hung the dungareesthe t-shirtsthe underwearand towelson a fraying line of hopegrey cloudshovering in mockeryof the sunwhere ialone by destiny, not choicereleased my dreams to the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226428/  these shards of mangled dreams -aspirations that falteredbefore their full ascension -holding us hostage to cups of coffee againstthoughtless gray skies in a place where your aches and pains rival my disappointments the knowledge tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226426/ There is a light somewherebeyond the dirty windows and dusty blinds of this house where the wallshave bled yourmemories.Tomorrow I will raise the shadesand cut the trees that haveblocked the sun.I will walk outdoors, breathing the winter air that billowsmy breath like a risin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226422/ for Frank http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226298/     before the argumentthat would catapult us permanentlyinto separate time zones i remember your bony knucklesfumbling Miles Davis onan acoustic guitar smoky tendrils of abandoned Viceroy butts and Jamaican roaches drifting la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InnerJourney/226286/