Give me a kiss, for it cures everything. A tired soul, a wounded heart and it gives more than just love...Sometimes, it gives life. Perhaps, if I may, unfold some musings into something eternal. Pieces people can read and re-read until the pages change color...Let's call them dreams.
To this day
The vision in my thoughts
Gives me reason to pause
Whispering your name
Aloud
I let myself be carried away
On the shoulders of desire
Crossing the line
Made in the sand
Playing my cards, one at a time
Until there are none and the day is done
Whispered words cannot be heard, but. only by the heart.
Words can be long hidden within the breath of one's heart, but feelings can't, they are like the eggs of a fairy bird, hatch and go forth to resurface... Nourishing moments along their way.
I saw you through a cloud of obscurity
Revealed exposed as I stood there watching
Standing, looking but, shrouded in fog
Looking but seeing not
Haven't you always wanted to take hold of it, the fog and breathe in and breathe out... Wisps going up. Like magic.
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.
There were flowers and words today, may it always be yours, #alwaysaflower, to color your world. Allowing for an act of kindness and beauty that belongs to this day alone. Seize the moment...for the cost of kindness is free. Sow it like wildflowers, cast your moment and let it grow. Oh, to be touched by the hand of it. Once you get it, it is hard not to give it. Again and again. And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we will do it again.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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