Thoughts of you come and go endlessly. Good thoughts, happy thoughts. You are my cheerleader. I can't let you go!!! You are the smooth, sweet topping to my flambe. Your soft voice, so soothing, intoxicates me. There are no words to describe the feeling i have when we are in the same room. When we are together time flies and stands still. You are here then you are gone in an instant. Flash fire with a cool breeze. I see the ocean in your eyes. The sun in your smile. I long for you when I am sad, I long for you when I'm sick; when I'm happy and playful. You are the forbidden fruit in the garden of my life. You give me a bite and I want to devour you. I want to share life's journey with you. Explore beautiful things with you. Share our love of creative things. Each bite of you injects more of your poison, for which there is no antidote.
Well hello, Sweet peaceful happiness. The brief moments in your life, that come and go. Moments spent with someone that truly gets you, although this person is long gone. Moments standing in your backyard looking at that big messy tree. The tree that makes you realize that seasons are going by. Beginning in early spring with it's small bright green leaves. As the weather warms the flowers bloom. Flowers that later fall and litter your lawn. As you look at these flowers you realize that next year at this time these flowers will have been long gone, but new flowers will lay in there place. And so it goes, brief moments of pure sweet happiness, then lessons. All bringing you forward, and bringing a smile to your face.
The princess wakes from a long sleep; after periods of cold, and wondering why she didn't have a blanket. She rubs her eyes until they are open wide. She sees light. She stands confused, how can there be light in this cold dark place? She turns around to see the door of the dungeon standing wide open. The sunlight is shining on her pale skin. She wonders; was it the captor that opened the door? Was it the voice with the key? Her thoughts move quickly; quickly to the here and now, she is free at last. She leaves all the thoughts of the dungeon behind her. In her heart all that is left are the lessons learned while in the dungeon.
Once upon a time in the land of the stars, there lived a princess. The princess had been locked away in a cold dungeon. Over time the dungeon had become a familiar place, not at all the frightening place it once was. One day the princess heard a voice off in the distance. The voice was hopeful and calming. The princess wondered how she could reach this wonderful voice. The voice then came to her; calmed her fears and presented her with the key to the dungeon. The princess was scared, scared to leave the place that had become familiar. The voice spoke to her softly and often with words of hope and encouragement. The princess kept the key hidden from from her captor and from the rest of the kingdom. Often she would take the key from it's hiding place to admire it and the possibilities of freedom. The day came when the princess took the key from it's hiding place; held it firmly in her hand and approached the door. She put the key in the lock and turned it, to open the door. Her heart was pounding with fear and excitement. The princess heard the voice, it said come, don't be affraid. It is beautiful; you are beautiful. The princess stepped out of the dungeon only to find that there was another door. She did not have the key to this door; the voice then said, don't worry you will find the other key. This went on for quite some time. The voice spoke less frequently. The last thing the voice said from far off in the distance was, I have found the key. The princess never heard the voice again.
Unfinished Business A dream of you, the churning and burning begins again, again. Unfinished business. Back to the beginning, to the end. Foolish thoughts, words, yours, mine. A broken lease, an eviction notice served to a vacant apartment. Shaken faith, betrayed trust. The magnetic pull, the sailor’s knot, can’t break free. Unfinished business. Souls connected. A desire to defecate on the memory, yours, mine. A song sung to the deaf, a picture painted for the blind. Unfinished business.
An old building, the curves, the architectural detail. An appreciation for the passion and talent of those who spent an entire lifetime in its design. The dedication it takes to create a thing of true beauty. The individuals who died before the completion of their work of art. The grey hues that are acquired over the years. The painstaking efforts of preservation and restoration. The lives that were touched at all stages, the design, the construction, the admiration. These are the things that can be felt when admiring an old building.