Cake and ice cream possibilties.
We find many trying to do.
Trying to be please by two.
Just to not be alone.

But behind the disguises is a unhappy soul.
For deep within, they know the truth will emerge.
And then the excuses begins.
When going through your joyful expeditions with one.
Truth sets in with the other.
While you hoping they don't find out about one another.

Cake is tasteful and enjoyable.
And ice cream is also favorable.
But they both fades away.
Which eventually the hunter will find out one day.

Unless, the women involved like it this way.

Flexing wings
Are they leathery or gleaming,
Fitting a cherub
Or a demon?
Stretching, ready to take flight

Offering transition,
Or leaving behind
Leading to choices
If belief is there

Watch them,

Wide & powerful
Scaly & dark
Unfolding
Belonging to what being?
One to accept with conviction
Or to fearfully withdraw from

Another contrasts,

Delicate & glimmering
Elegant & ornate
Fascinating
With a quiet flutter
Could be a fairy, must be heavenly
Only leading to glory
Stirring thoughts
Of nothing, but safety

Strange & tempting landscapes
From vast cliffs to lush fields
Which a paradise, where’s the desert lie?
Is each defined,
In it’s options?

Taking a leap
Allowing for learning
With every moment
A risk well calculated?
Or naivety soaring
False hope taking delightful turns
A surprise excitement

there is this photo....you see
of pretty much nothing...of
nowhere....at least....
nowhere i know...

the skies are blue, with
a cotton balling of
innoccuos clouds
it seems as tho the weather
would be pleasant there.

there is a gray-blue-rock
covered track, well road, that roughly disects the photo,
beginning right in the centre at the forfront
and then wending off
to the right behind a small hill.
the track would be wide enough for a small car
or cart
but is in the picture
devoid off traffic.

as is it's smaller,
companion walking path, terraced and to the left of the road.
cut about six foot below the road persay

to the right, a spindly tree
of indeterminate species
then, stretching off to the photo's edge,
green grasses, roughly, cropped low by machine
or beast.

to the left, once again below,
the walking path,
a swathe of green
and then, an expanse of water,
loch, lake, river,
i do not know,
but it is wide and slow.
there are no,
watercraft, no birds,
to be seen.

just water,  greenery,  
a spindly tree
and the two tracks,
leading to god knows where and coming from, behind
the lense.

but right now, the ambiguity
of destination, the lonliness
of the landscape are appealing, enthralling, even.

there is a dichotomy,
in the fecund greeness of the grass,
opposed to the, apperent,
barenness of the lake.
and in the disection of the pastoral scene, by man made road, there is disruption,

there is choice.
to, cant to one side,
or the other.
there is choice to, go forth into the unkown.
or to, retrace one steps
on the road behind.

it is a photo,
that while not
bucolic in nature,
is pleasant
that is well framed,

....that is the one...
you take when you
want to finish the roll of film,
or these days fill the memory card...

why it has me,
fascinated at present is ...
it is a photo of somewhere... that is not here...
it is a photo of somewhere...
where, the possibilties are new,untried...not impossible
.......where the grass
.......is greener...where the grass is greener...where the grass is.....

I see the way you look at me
your eyes longing for the face they cannot touch

I know the way you think
your mind imagining the possibilties they cannot have

I feel the way you move
your body trying to remember what is has not ever had

I see you, I know you, I feel you
I cannot have you
not right now
not now
not...

You see me watching you
imagine me thinking about you
knowing that I see you

It is almost to much
almost

But not yet.

I wake up before my phone's buzz, because I am SO excited to be alive.
I wake up and love just fills every pore and thought.
I wake up and the world is lucky to have me in it today!

Notifications let me know I was missed.
Birds sing good morning to me!
The spiders have spun, "hello friend" above my head.

My hair looks great, soft and shining.
My smile is broader than the horizon of possibilties.
My eyes are gleaming with potential.

Every outfit clings to me in awe.
My makeup does little.
My voice would make Enya cry.

Today I am a masterpiece of the universe.
Today I am a living God.
Today I am cosmically great.