Rain.. Sky is crying again... Moon is not yellow tonight.. Sad.. Night.. Dreams.. Next morning is cloudy.. Gray.. Gray.. Gray.. Life is passing by slowly.. Time is sleeping ... that is why... Stars.. People.. Talking.. I can't hear you.. Are my dreams gray as well..? Are they empty.. Without you.. You.. Waiting.. Door is opening.. Are you coming? Today.. Maybe tomorrow.. Grey.. Again.. Waiting.. I am Holding the time.. ...For tomorrow..
Light and joy, wind, and passion, sweet amber grain and intricate whispers arrayed atop your brow bringing glory to you to your handsome face and something yes something I remember from so long ago dangles in between the strands. I long to touch it, to wrap it in my fingers and hold it to my lips to breathe in this faded thing that rest amidst the curls this that is so hard to place. Ive seen it in my mothers face and have cried for it in fervent prayer It is as a memory, a scent, a feeling, a gripping command for happiness intense but also quiet and vague. It is love and so much more it is where I sleep it is where I dream, it is a waive that washes up upon the beaches of my pillow. I lost myself in it bound between it's feathers, yes lost but not unreachable you have only to pull me down in to your lips and there is where I will be forever conquered between the two
Settle your head, slow your breath and take a moment, take a few and listen to the sound of your body. Slowly close your eyes and marvel at the shapes snaking their way across your inner lids; watch them paint the room within a room as they pulse; fading and then leaping back in time - a strobe diminishing with every slowing beat, eventually melting to static. Breathe slowly in through your nose and out through your mouth. Squeeze your knuckles tight and then relax once again. Focus on the wave of tension momentarily created, coursing like lightening up your arms and back, to your shoulders, your neck, and then feel it dissipate as you exhale, spreading new energy to every nerve in your body. Now open your eyes and find yourself here a heartbeat in a shell.
This is what it feels like to be ready. This is where you need to be if you mean to begin. This is clarity.
It's early in the morning And I'm still thinking about you.... It could be late at night And I'm still thinking about you... You're always on my mind? Ur in my dreams? God I cnt get over why ur so kind? I think this is real I think I need you to be with me I think now I'm the only fein. Day and day, Constantly writing about you, Im always thinking about you.... bW