I'm headed to "The States" for 5 weeks, so I'll not have a chance to update this with photos. Perhaps a few words might interject, but probably not.
I thought I might leave something special that I toiled over. It's about time and place and those things that matter most when they matter.
A meeting of chance: A chanced autumn night.
A rush of the rouge to my head at your sight.
A pressure-point pressed.
A gift of good-grace one couldn't reject.
A sense of sensation.
A spring in my stride.
A promise from me, to me, all for you.
A notion of love to forever ring true.
A future so bright; my own sun and stars.
A large chunk of space for you in my heart.
A life, lived living a dream of delight.
A reality now: A chanced autumn night.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I saw my good friend get married last week. The gravity of someone pledging themselves to another was sensational. I can see myself doing the same thing one day, but I can't imagine the who, what, when and where of it. It'll be one of the few times in my life that the why and how are the first to be understood.