Sweet anticipation.

Where does such a thing come from?

Does anticipation come from the mind where one knows something is about to happen?

Or does anticipation come from the heart where ones hopes and dreams are held?

In truth, anticipation comes from all around.

From within ones being and also the surrounding environment.

Every little breath, every passing breeze increases the anticipation.

Until finally it all comes together.

Waking up today was a challenge.
By waking up the reality of life becomes real again.
No longer are you safe in dreams.
No longer are you able to control what happens.
Instead all the troubles and worries clamor to be heard.
All the pain of memories become all too real again.
Throughout the day one aches to go back to dreams.
To escape.

Drops of diamond dust upon our tounges.

Down a pinwheel of colors and images we travel,
changing our very being the further we delve.

Clenching our hands together through the intensity,
feeling safe within our shared love.

Forgetting everything so as to become omnipotent,
our eyes embrace as the peak looms ahead.

Only to feel drops of diamond dust,
upon our tongues and our limbs.

Life and love go on for eternity,
sprinkled in diamond dust.

Walking down the path
Pitfalls become real
But true love prevails

A woman up high falls,
in ones eyes.
Struggling to stand up,
from where she crashed.
Shoved down, down again,
by fleeting memories.
One leg is tediously firmly planted,
She raises up, up to her feet.
Suddenly she raises her face to the sky,
A mighty yell escapes from her,
filled with triumph and bitter sweet victory.

I dream a alone this night

Slipping to the right into a cold rabbits hole.

I tumble down through dancing shades of dark

Entangling in unseen wisps of bittersweet memories.