Sometimes the joy is too much. The words are messy, don't make sense... but, sometimes, they feel so right. It is not always how you say it, but, how you make me feel when those words wrap their arms around me. They don't have to makes sense, not if I can feel it. I have often wondered, isn't that what's important? The moment is divine and the gift is only steps away.
My breath is on pause, the glow is reveling; I touch the composition, so real, this very moment, the loveliness soaks my heart with joy. To be bequeathed with such beauty.
The definition of this moment is true, your words, wrapping love around my heart
You dug into thoughts deeply hidden within, wishful thinking brought to my soul, one that lost meaning in the seeking of it, life flows through the rhythm of your words, I can't hesitate, I'll take the mood, swing with it like a pendulum, the energy that is ignited within... Go on, blow the wind of joy my way... Só that I can inhale too.
I touch you lightly
With my thoughts
Your heart is next to mine
Caressed by hands of love
My love
Lips to lips, sweet, gentle kiss
Tracing the reality back to my heart
I roll over, and the moment takes its escape.
You thought you knew everything, but, of this, I am certain... a kiss, it cures everything you have, a tired soul, a wounded heart and, it gives much more than just love... it gives life.
Unfold these musings into something eternal... Pieces that you will read and think about until the pages change color... Dreams!
Words can be long hidden within the breaths of one's heart, but feelings can't, they are like the eggs of a fairy bird hatch. I mapped a feeling, deep within more of a yearning, so the end of my night is near, I'll carry on tomorrow, no fear. And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and I'll do it again. Love to all!
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
When you arise in the morning,
Give thanks for food and the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
The blame lies only on yourself.
~Chief Tecumseh
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