Friday, November 21, 2014


Imagine yourself a snowflake,
falling through space;

Imagine the air warming,
as you slowly near the ground;

Imagine your last embrace,
a joyous ache, without a sound.


Jonathan Chant said...

This is a real beauty, William. Off to bed now: a nice image to ride into dreams on.

William Michaelian said...

Peace, it’s wonderful. Thanks, Jonathan.

Lorraine Renaud said...

so pure to fall softly...into love that comfort me William..thank you

Lorraine Renaud said...

and should Jan drop by tell her how much she means to me, how much her blog(s) mean to me, how much she heals me, Her blogs are treasures and nothing else matters please Jan, please come back, please you matter to me so much xoxoxo

Jan said...

Dearest Lorraine and William...I am feeling much like that snowflake right now. I am just trying to find a middle road before I melt :)

~Hugs and Love to You Both~

William Michaelian said...

And to you, Jan. We love you, but you know that already. And we know the feeling. But there is no use in trying to measure what we do. We are better off living as the flowers do, blooming for anyone, everyone, or no one at all. Each time I visit your blogs, I feel joy.

Thank you, too, Lorraine, always.

Jan said...

Thank you, William...with all my heart~