What are YOUR Zealous Thoughts?

Again. A ruthless lie. Empty coat hangers. Snow resides on the windowsill. Silence. Crackling fire, warmth. Beautiful smiles. Beautiful eyes. Doorbells ring. A lifeless roof. Walls cracking. Sand swifts through my feet. Scorching sun in flames. Glares pierce my integrity. A crisp breeze through my hair. Dried eyes, burning tears. He stands amidst the chilling rain. In black suede jacket – hands of abundance. Pride. Welcoming arms of love. The badge. Authority. Piano in the distance. Freedom. The blessed soil of my country. Salutes. Evanescent, time. A sky of choices. Ink dripping, drop – drop. Permanently onto my covers – drop. My pen is running out. His presence beautifying. Safety. Peas dance radiantly. Soldiers stand tall. Humbly. Brave men and women. Coming home tonight. Come home please. Throw a rock at the mirror. Fight the venom. Plant a graceful tree. Love a life. She’s lying again; to me she lies. Unashamed so clearly. Numbness. Again and again I try. Clue in you – hear me out. He stands over me. Clinging to his sleeve. Reluctant steps. Orange leaves flow down the path. Revered courage. Lights and sirens. Inclement snowflakes melt. Goosebumps. Time goes on. They stray along. Reminiscence once more. Gl breaks instantly. Tearing into thousand pieces. Clustered around my feet. Whispers. Gently…against my skin. Rose pedals. Voices. Thirst of the river lingers. Spread your wings. Visit sometime. Take the risk; it’s worth your soul. He’s holding me. Fearing the comfort. Too safe. Paper cuts on my finger. Running against the fine anguish. She’s gone now. I’m all right again. But he’s leaving. Don’t go. It’s our day. The hallway. Mist refrains me. Silence. Snow resides on the windowsill. Empty coat hangers. A ruthless lie. Again.