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i can still wish…

*

three years without you has been an adventure ~

a never-ending roller coaster of life ~ ~

where the valleys have out numbered the peaks.

i still miss you everyday

and

hear your voice and laughter

and

wish you would return,

though

i know you cannot make the journey

but

still… a girl can wish upon stars and shiny pennies… can she not?

*

maybe one day,

you will drop by and pay us a little visit ~

hang out like we used to….

we can take in a movie

and

eat all of our favorite naughty foods

or

go cruising in Starla and camping in the Vee.

i know the boys would be all for it

and

Sydnee Pee would certainly not object,

though you may have to fight for a spot on her couch.

yes,

you heard me correctly – ‘her’ couch.

*

a girl can still wish

and

i will keep on wishing

and

i will – we will – continue loving you.

i can assure you of this ~

forever.

*

thinking.....thinking.....

the three boys thinking…..thinking…..

*

March 13, 2015 at 12:15 pm 22 comments

the puzzle

there are so many pieces

strewn

about the table.

i carefully organize each

one.

face up, straight edges,

corners, same colors,

and

i sit for hours

~ connecting ~

finding pairs, perfect fits,

arranging and re-arranging

~ watching ~

a snapshot unfold.

minute-by-minute,

piece-by-piece,

until all can be assembled.

i stand and stare

looking down at the gaps.

many pieces are missing or broken.

i take apart each

one,

place them into a box

~ turn ~

and

walk away…

this puzzle may remain as is

~ unfinished ~

in a box

or

not…

only time will tell…

March 2, 2015 at 2:56 pm 16 comments

where i see…

Kindred Words

i have recently asked the question –

why is it you can see the best of me

and

i can see the best of you

but

we are unable to see the best in ourselves?

*

where i see a candle with barely an ember,

you see a flair, shooting light upwards toward the sky.

where you see stagnancy and an inability to create change,

i see the capability and strength to soar.

where i see only fear and the need to withdrawal,

you see a potency and a place in the sun.

where you harbor fright which keeps you hidden in the wings,

i see only brilliance shining on center stage.

*

what we see, the other cannot.

our vision skewed by life’s experiences ~

neither one perfect, neither one weak

holding hands, holding hearts

walking along and through the wings of this theatrical play we call life.

each…

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February 17, 2015 at 9:15 pm 5 comments

the masters and their dreamers

~

to stand on a stage again…

where the lights are bright

and

the music echoes through the rafters.

~

to feel the sensation of a pounding heart…

fueling the purest of desire to soar on the wings of muses

&

become one

with their masters

and

the

vision

which dwells

 forever

within their spirit…

~

this is my ‘for always’ dream.

~

~

inspired by ‘The Phantom of the Opera’
and
a
dream

February 17, 2015 at 2:33 pm 12 comments

wires, volts and such

some people are hardwired ~

never caring what others may be thinking…about them.

me?

i am a course in remedial short circuitry ~ always

missing a few wires and such…

and

running along a path of sorts…

where currents are trying to find some type of connection…be it

abnormal or intentional…

i never really know….

 

February 13, 2015 at 3:09 pm 19 comments

under the stars – part 4

i can hear a single flute

as

it taps quietly through the air,

infused by the rhythm

of

a lightly tapped snare ~ ~ ~

~

what beautiful music to inspire

a ravishing moment

such as this ~

with each passing measure… lingering

you seduce me with your hands and a kiss ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~

i can feel the warmth of your lips igniting

a current deep within

and

the touch of your fingertips

gliding ~ softly ~ along ~ ~ ~

the contours of my shoulders,

up along the nape of my neck

and slowly ~ caressing ~ my lips

before

sliding ~ your way

down to my breasts ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~

i am so entranced by your presence ~

wanting only to be devoured

by

this feverish dance of desire

and

submit to your seductive powers…

to be continued…

(inspired by Maurice Ravel’s ‘Bolero’)

 

February 2, 2015 at 4:04 pm 17 comments

on a bridge ~

they stood quietly observing the city of lights,

as its reflection danced gently

in the river below

it was the end of the day,

all of the lamps were ablaze

and

the streets were slowly clearing ~

except for lovers walking

and

holding each other close…

 

January 27, 2015 at 8:29 pm 22 comments

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