Soulful Fingers

Beauty outstretched in nature's heart, branches and leaves tickling insides of my soul as I bask in life's heartfelt grief. Sorrow surrounding me as a blanketed wreath left over from graveyards of the past. Touching mind and heart with soulful fingers, praying. Tears of sorrow filling blue, green, gray eyes, no sights in view of a tomorrow. Only within, filled with reminisces of yesterday, pictures scattered throughout my mind, waiting to be picked up and looked at with grace and gently pasted on subconscious walls of past and future fates. All the time music melancholically touching the very within of my total being - held together gingerly by a soul filled with heaviness, looking always toward God and heaven.