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Lorelei Jul 2016
Ideally I would have been born in France
and I would sit now sipping wine and writing,
on a river’s shore…
But what can I do?
My soul got lost on his way there
In a land of beautiful contradictions!
And I found here more life passion than a glass can harbor.

Ideally I would be married with children by now,
But I chose to live a life and not a pattern.
And with life you cannot foresee the next steps.

Ideally I would still be teaching,
giving as gift all I know,
but instead of just knowledge
I wanted to share pieces of my soul.

And ideally a prince would show up at my door
No white horse,
Just him, hands full of honesty!
But instead of that,
it seems I have to go looking for him.
And bumping my soul along the way
against other people
is what brought light on some facts:
Royalty is not about wearing a crown,
Just as ideals are not about fulfillment!
They are mere guidelines on our way!
To my brother
  Jul 2016 Lorelei
SE Reimer
~

think again if you believe
light is but a rapid blur,
consider that the spark
that lives between
two lover-friends, is light
exchanged in slow fashion;
the slow burn of a campfire,
the sparkle of her passion,
the flicker of a candle,
whisperings of the starlight,
the way a moon beam
bends the tides,
and makes her eyes twinkle;
each my confirmation,
of light that moves
so satisfying slow,
allowing flames to ever grow
ever higher, higher,
kindling sparks into a fire,
for love that lasts
is not a spark alone...
no,
love’s passion is a bon fire,
a sunset setting sky aglow;
an ever-building slow,
to effervescent ether;
a gently flowing kiss,
a living, colored tapestry
of drifting twilight mist;
this the speed of light...
my heart’s desire,
mirrored in my lover’s eyes.

~

*post script.

love at the speed of sunsets and star gazing;
evenings spent round the campfire
with only the light of the fire,
the stars and that sparkle in each other's eyes...
falling in love, all over again!
Lorelei Jun 2016
Blue skies
Fields stretching out
                 like white-sand beaches
Eyes wide open
                 we dive
into a sea of hopes and dreams
                 and we swim
towards the Lighthouse of
                         "Everything Possible"
To Karina and her dream of a white sand beach
Lorelei Jun 2016
I had the most wonderful butterfly
                                        on my shoulder
Whispering me an ancient secret!
But the noise of my footsteps
                                            got too loud
I stopped!
What? Say that once again!
But he flew away…
Hiding the secret
                  in the flapping of his wings...
Lorelei Jun 2016
Do we really know how often
We love?
Not the right man or the right woman,
But the beautiful souls that illuminate our way
No matter how scared we get.
No matter how lost.
Oh, that honest love left uncelebrated,
Just because it is not the love that everyone talks about!
Not all great loves are the romantic ones!
Some of them grow in the forgiven silence of a tear
In the patience that harbors the unspoken questions
Just knowing that at the right time
answers will come.
That’s also Love.
To Gabi

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