a real person took me to one side
and said
"look at your feet
firmly planted on the ground
see how my eyes
see yours
hear my voice"
looking away he said
"they are all just words
made into verse
pointing, he spoke softly
behind the screen
there is nothing that can harm
press the button
and they simply disappear
he gently brushed my hair
from my eyes
"there see
they are but wisps of cloud
halls of mirrors
where nothing is real
and it's reality...
an illusion
kissing me gently
he whispered
and the only dreams you need live in
are the real ones
*you share with me"

if the world would only but fall away
and i be left in the void
such need for silence such need for still
to be without
without even the ...
everything
of everything
or anything
but mostly ...
everything
i used all my spoons
and borrowed from tomorrow
and some from Friday too
too loud too hard too noise
too sound too feel too many
too hear too taste too sense
too full too open too wide
too much too much
too much
all i can do is close the door
and be glad
i can't get out

You can live a whole lifetime and still not gain wisdom.
For it is only gained through honing the skill of foresight.
A skill built by experience and knowledge,
empathy and compassion, love and patience.
The learned ability to think ahead.
To weigh and measure the future.
To then to act, with measured steps.
Correcting and re-correcting your path.
Wisdom gained gives one the ability to rise above,
to see over the head of that which would otherwise hinder your path.
One's choice is whether to use this gift for good or otherwise.
If one has honed and sharpened the gift of wisdom,
your steps will be that of one who is whole.
One who is whole cannot be easily broken.
And the radiance of ones wisdom, will touch the world around.
And your gift will help to surpass all doubt.
It will become a light for your path.

*Choose wisely where you tread, think well of your intentions.
Humble steps make a man mighty, use your wisdom wisely.

I awoke this morning
love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wondrous stories.
Beg to hear your wondrous stories.

He spoke of lands not far
or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
if I was late I had to leave to hear your wondrous stories.
Had to hear your wondrous stories.

Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wondrous stories.
Hearing your wondrous stories.

It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
and were you there to stand
so cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
to hear your wondrous stories.
Return to hear your wondrous stories.

Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
­
(twirl around the living room until you are dizzy)


Lyrics from wondrous stories - by Yes (going for the one album)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPdONfPts-4

As he packed his bags he told me that i must remember to go back to sleep when he's leaves.

He said that he bought some milk when he was at the shop last night, because he knew we were almost out.

He said don't forget to take your tablets after breakfast because it hurts my tummy to take them before.

He said have a lovely day at work and not to worry about him.

He took his guitar and said he was writing a new song that he would record and send to me. He knows how I love to listen to him play.

He hugged me tight as he walked out the door and said he would message me the moment he arrived, as he knows I would worry.

He said he has left me a few pounds just incase I needed anything.

He kissed my cheek and patted me on the head and we laughed as he walked away.

"I love you, see you soon" I said

"Have a quiet week with out me" he laughed.

But he didn't say I love you back.

He had already said it, in every thing that he had done and in every word he had said.