contemplativeThe first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies my love
To the night and the empty skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth turn in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command my love
That was there at my command
The first time ever I lay with you
And felt your heart beat close to mine
I thought our joy would fill the earth
And would last 'till the end of time my love
And would last 'till the end of time
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the night and the empty skies my love
To the night and the empty skies
It has been some time since we last met. I wanted to get her flowers, but the mere thought of wilting flowers dispelled the intent. Eventually found a really lovely nurse bear. Met her at the cafeteria and got ourselves dinner. We talked about our common topic: business dreams. She is still as brilliantly ambitious, like she was years ago. We talked a little about our dreams, our lives, and then some more. We strolled past the furniture and paraphenalia, and she said she wanted to get herself a purple couch. I teased her, and she reacted as usual. Leaving IKEA, I drove her home. She wanted to suggest going to a cafe but decided against it. I felt her feelings, and yet, I went on talking about Ono Lisa and Norah Jones, while she fondled my green toy crocodile. She said she wanted to go for a trip, and I was surprised she was planning to go to Paris. Eventually, we reached her place. I remembered the time I carried her across the swimming pool, and the night we spent at east coast park. I remembered the hug I gave her in the cab before she left, and the pain it brought.
Dreams are what you wake up from.
Or do we ever wake up?
I dream too much. I sometimes wake up but those moments only made me want to go back to my dreams.
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p.s. For many people, dreams are what keep them alive...
"They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night" - Edgar Allan Poe
I wanted to make a 'smart' remark. But think its very wrong.
I wanted to comfort, but it wasn't all sad and its only Life.
I wanted to say 'No comments', but i wanted so much to say something.
I wanted to say its so romantic, but it is and isn't.
i wanted to .....
Thats a good memory to relive or retell. Either way, such memories are gems in my gem pouch. And Life has many, some so brillant, others just precious.
Glad you shared with all this little gem.
Take care,
Shane.
Take care, bro.
At least
Its wonderful when people can go seperate ways and converge later in their paths , even momentarily , for a positive moment.
I yearn that in all relationships. It never has to go in uncrossing paths. Life gives you precious opportunities together even once, you shouldn't throw it all away. There are other paths you can walk together.