Though I see them not I know they exist.
The stars covered with a blanket of clouds.
One life, the span which lasts a night.
My angels, my God hidden from sight.
Tis only one night.
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Journals Of Enreal 
Wonderful image with a curious juxtaposition.
The question, the quandary, the moment, the absence, the knowing, the inflection, the context.
Nice Enreal
Benafia! Thanks!!! 🙂
Beautiful….everything, Enreal. I love this.
Theresa~ Glad you liked this… blessings
Such depth to your words, though time spins and I have not been as regular vistor to your blog as often I would like, more like snatching moments in the dead of night.
Your words always echo such purity of thought, with a depth barley visable, behind the beaty of the art you unfold.
Such a wonderful compliment… I am honored. Thank you Duma Key, blessings
I wonderful reminder of what can be hidden, and how long obscurity can last.
Sorrow, you always seem to find the heart… very wise and beautiful thoughts… thank you
Enreal, just wanted to say hello and sorry I haven’t been around much lately.
This is a lovely idea.
ZEN 🙂 !!!
Short but lovely.
Thanks 😉
These words are lovely, truly lovely.
Koasar~ thank you very much
This is beautiful.
GF~ thank you
curious and soothing and uplifting
the transition in these feelings is great… I can see where your traveling in this moment… I can understand
thanks MM