Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Life

I thought I found a place where I could run away, the ultimate for the mind and soul to escape,the further into the journey, the more distant you stood. Like a child in circles I was trapped in the woods. The thicket awfully heavy with brier bush all around, but with winters clothes, I kept closer to the ground. A few thorns made their way into the surface of my skin, just enough to remind me I wasn’t sleeping in.

Finally a top the mountain, where the land levels off , I tried to distant the memories, not to give them any thought. The sky draped like a canopy, repelled the saddening of the heart, sealing in the sounds of a song bird, the melody of the Lark.

Covering so much territory and still no where to go, the moments filled with mystery hadn't let me go. Leaves of Oak that had dried and fallen on the ground, created a bed , inviting to lay the soul on down. For a few moments I curled like a baby in its worldly womb, secure without the darkness that most certainly can loom. Moments rushed to hours and I questioned where I stood, I was lost in my mind with very little understood.


~~

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Happy New Year

The school girl giggles at the thought of just one kiss,
the embrace of love to my heart, where you exist.

I could cry about the yesterdays or the years it
took to meet, but I choose to bless the collision
of such an extraordinary feat.

Common is the moment of the ordinary creep,
but the time I spend with you is exceptionally
sweet.

Impish a smile between you and I, I’m holding
a secret, I tucked safely inside.

No instruction needed, no data to hide, all
I need to do is, to close my eyes.

My head upon your chest, the sounds of
your heart beat, these are the visions with
the sound of love, I take with me to sleep.


Good Night


Everyday!


Walking down the street, talking in my sleep,

counting stars in the sky.... Everyday a little more
magical, every dream a little more powerful,
every moment wonderfully spent with you.

Dancing by the stream, listening to cardinals sing,
sharing smiles with you..... Everyday a little more
magical,
every dream a little more powerful,
every moment
wonderfully spent with you.

Climbing mountains high, singing and feeling spry,
reaching on my tip toes up to the sky. ....Everyday
a little more magical,every dream a little more
powerful, every moment wonderfully spent with
you...

Sings in a whisper> Everyday a little more magical, every dream a little
more powerful, every moment wonderfully spent with you.




This Celebration!

I'm singing a song, I'm dancing the night long,
partnered with such passion,
this couldn't this be wrong.

I feel inside, that you bring when you hold
me close in your evening dreams.

I'm loving you more, with each waken breath,
a touch of hearts puts life to the test.

I'm singing a song, I'm dancing the night long,
partnered with such passion,
how couldn't be wrong.

~~~
Deep In my Heart

Your love is deeply ingrained in my heart,
like the sun at night,it rids life of the dark.

I know that you are reaching out to me,
The touch of magic caused a quiver like the
rumbling of a stormy sea.

Such energy brings to life,the miracle of
it all has me fighting to hold you tight.
.
Your embrace isn't earthly bound,
we dance to love where ever clouds are found.

I can't believe that the year is almost over, as I reviewed the previous years poetry, I saw a wide range of experiences and accomplishments. Today, I took some time to explore the options that await and to give a some what of a precise spin on the plan for the year 2007. There were many challenging moments, at the top of the list was my drivers license. I felt like the oldest 16 old to ever have lived. I felt all the initial excitement and freedom that comes with driving down the road and being in control of where I go and where I stopped. Oh! there were a few exceptions the gas prices, occasionally limited how far and how often I traveled the distance.
I think this experience tied for first place with doing the very first book signing, Oh my God, they wanted my autograph, it wasn't a thousand books but they were selling and people were reading and enjoying the words of Rachel Charlotte Miller the author.
I found the meaning of true friendship and the completeness thats comes from total acceptance from both self and peers. We celebrated, we laughed and occasionally we shed a tear.
I created wonderful new skincare products and customers were coming back to reorder, little steps of success. Not every product was as successful there were a few that didn't land the top ten selling list.
Spring the end or the beginning, we celebrated a birthday and the initial start of spring, we did it we made it through the harsh northern winter, together and the best part we did it smiling. Trade show, events, book signings, art shows and the list goes on. I met so many people and I had a great time doing it.
I plan to be more selective on the events I choose to appear at and more organized in my over all business. I am going to file paper work in a timely manner and be more productive with my time.
Personally I am going to celebrate each morning that the sun rises with the utmost respect for
life. I will never take for granted all the beauty that is bestowed on us. On a more personal note, I will try be the best inside and out .

The Mirror

The rooms reflection appeared in the mirror and
I felt a separation like I wasn't there.

I closed my eyes and then I saw, where love
goes when it flows from the heart.

Free from the body, our minds unite and the
touch you'll feel, is my kiss good night.

Sleep well my darling, a blanket I'll send
stuffed of devotion, for my best friend.

~~~

The sky is bluer, the stars never truer
since the day you entered my life.

The world is magical, love now rules,
since the day you entered my life.

Everything looks brighter then bright,
since the day you entered my life.
~~


Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Little bits of sunshine!

Every day with you is like spring in full bloom,
beautiful, colorful and amazing it
rids the winter gloom.

One of My favorites

Limbo under leaves of green,
under blue skies and dreams.

Felt your touch in the breeze,
made my heart stop to sing.


I savor the moments, succulently divine,
absorbing the trail of magic, the creation
of a new design.

Appearing lifeless, naked trees surround,
a tease to the hills of silence, a symphony
of sound.

A stroll to the clearing, where a cabin
once stood, a reminder that a good
foundation doesn't rot like that of
wood.

The rock along the path can be slippery
when wet and occasionally moss
covered puts the journey to the test.


My mind is skipping around like stones tossed in the stream
it's here, it's there, it's everywhere,
it's in the middle of a dream.
~~

If you had whispered goodbye,
I might have understood,
but you left my heart agitated
and unlocked for good.

If once you felt the love through
the touch of morning wind.You
would know the magic started
from within.

If you closed your eyes and allowed
your soul to see, the silhouette
emerging is of love set free.
~~



Dusty wooden petals,
fragile are those of glass,
picking one last winter
rose, just might make it
the last.
~


Friday, December 22, 2006

Merry Christmas!!

Extraordinary are the lights upon the Christmas tree,
squinting like children, I find them mesmerizing.
Not any set of lights hold such magic in the heart,
the ones that are shared with love ignite the
moment with a spark.

I thought about the timing, the silliness and smiles
and the energy that is felt from across the many miles.
The miracle of life that knows exactly when and how
and the beauty of your touch that lingers for awhile.

Giving dreams the power, we made many come true
and walking down this path, I have been side by side
with you.

Everytime you see colored lights lit upon the tree,
squint once for yourself and do it again once for
me. In all the glitter and sparkle that transpires,
nothing compares to you, who lit my heart on fire.
~~~

Our reflection in the wind

You can do this, it’s really pretty simple, kitchen preferably, but any room will do . Put on some music, holiday music would be real nice, but you can choose any style, fast or slow.It’s easy to follow, only a few steps. First, very important to close your eyes, at this exact moment you are anywhere in the world you want to be. Now, listen close, take you right hand and place it on your left shoulder and your left hand and place it on your right shoulder, let your hips sway to the music. This is crucial, let your mind float freely above the clouds. Yeah! that’s right your doing it, let the joy exude with passion from your soul and allow your heart to embrace our love. You did it! your now viewing" our reflection in the wind." Merry Christmas!!!!!



Singing> Doodle le do

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do,
to bring a little lovin to you.
Close your eyes, your in for a
surprise, kisses via the wind.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do,
to bring a little lovin to you. I'd talk
the dormant maples into thinking it
was April, just to bring a little lovin
to you.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do ,
to bring a little loving to you. Singing
in the hollow to here it echo back,
how much I love you.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you. I’ll
get ya in the morning, i’ll get ya
at night with the haunting of your
life.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you. No
need for gift wrap, this gift contains
a good laugh shared with you.

Doodle le do what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you.
I’d give ya the sunrise, send it
at midnight, packed with my
love for you.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you.

Il doodle le

l doodle le, che cosa non farei,
vi porta un lovin piccolo.
Chiuda i vostri occhi,
vostri dentro per una sorpresa,
baci via il vento.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
vi porta un lovin piccolo.
Comunicherei gli aceri dormenti nel
pensarlo ero aprile,
portante appena un lovin piccolo voi.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
vi porta un piccolo che ama.
Cantando in cavità qui esso
la parte posteriore di eco, quanto ti amo.


Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
per portare un piccolo che amo voi.
Otterrò il ya alla mattina, io otterrò il
ya alla notte con frequentare della vostra vita.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei per
portare un piccolo che amo voi.
Nessun'esigenza dell'involucro del regalo,
questo regalo contiene una buona risata
compartecipe con voi.

Il doodle le fa che cosa non farei per
portare un piccolo che amo voi.
Darei a ya l'alba, la trasmetto alla mezzanotte,
imballata con il mio amore per voi.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
per portare un piccolo che amo voi.



When silence sings, the hills bow!

Singing> Hopelessly, Romantically Yours

Walking in the park, feed the ducks each day or just to hold your hand and watch the sun fade away. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.. hopelessly, romantically yours.

Scrunched on the couch each night, I hold my pillow tight, my mind drifts away to that momentous day. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so....hopelessly, romantically yours.

I stopped to feel the wind, brush your love across my face and send a
chill that I could not shake. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.....hopelessly, romantically yours.

Just close your eyes and go on and pull me close, I beg you so, please
just don’t let go. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.....
hopelessly, romantically yours.

Let’s teach the birds to sing, and the willow how to sway, to the sound of love
brought to me each day. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.....
hopelessly, romantically yours.

It is that time of night, when our souls meet with the moon and we dance
to a lovers croon. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so....
hopelessly, romantically yours.

I repeat the day that you found your way, into my heart, where you will stay.
Oh! you must know, how much I love you so... hopelessly, romantically yours.
~~
Redirecting my mind to the coming of the new year, I gather in thought as I review the days long gone and felt my spirit jump ahead to the future and what awaits. Exploring beyond the steps of indignity, I altered the script in the middle of the play. Full circle, I found myself surmising what my resolution for the upcoming year would be. Simplistic in nature, I could format the stage to center on the plot of personal achievement, societal strength or go further, to reach a spiritual height of awareness that would complete my inner self, without the failures associated without the outer dependence on a world and people that could never comprehend.Grasping beyond the magical realm of dreams and fantasy, I allow for a full vision of what is, accept what shall be, to gain a stronger sense of self.

I can see over the mountain,
I will swim to shore and
when all doubt has surfaced,
then there will be doubt no more.
~~

More Precious


It's not that I need you to feel complete, I know I can stand on my own two feet. Nor a partner of need I plea, It's the walk side by side that compliments me. I don't request that you need to deliver, because from the onset my heart start to quiver.
~~~~~

Love is not challenged by how much one can give, it's weighed by how deeply you're touched from within.
~~~~

I felt it as it brushed gentle to the soul and I held it in my heart where it bound and took a hold. I saw it in the morning before my eyes awake and then again in the evening where it shook me like a quake. A duo with the nightingale a song I did hear, the words that broke the silence were simply that you care.
~~~~
More precious then any treasure royalty could hold, more valuable then that of the most highly prized gold . Heavier then a mountain , lighter then the breeze , warmer then the sunshine and more beautiful then any dream. You can float it on the river, and hold it in your heart and when you close your eyes at night you can see it in the dark.
It can comfort a distressed baby , wipe the tears from a broken heart , it can halt raging waters and cause a fire to spark. It can knot a field of flowers and at your feet a bouquet lay and when distressed and overwhelmed allow the child to play.
Love



Thursday, December 21, 2006

Endings and Beginnings

In the realm of the holiday season, I understand the disappointment that comes from seeking peace in a other wise disruptive world. We place ourselves on a plateau consisting of high expectations, when in fact life carries on pretty much the same today as it will tomorrow. People will be prone to the ills of the world, sickness , accidents, violence and the stress of dealing with our own inner demons will continue to create a human disturbance of the mind.

The magic of holidays is that seen through the eyes of a child, the excitement, curiosity and the magic that is transformed through such a simplistic rosy deposition. Balancing the adult and the ten year old within to understand and accept all that life has to offer both good and bad.

I braced my self as my mind scattered through the positive and negative of the past year. The mountain of achievements and accomplishments and the waffling through territory of unknown. On the surface of life, you see what people want you to see, as you look deeper you view the complexity of humanity. The strengths and weaknesses that appear through out the journey.

I found I had to cauterize my emotions, find the inner strength to accept all that life brings, even that which I have little understanding of. Another year is coming to a end or is it another year is
beginning, no matter how you view it, I thank you for traveling with me down this rocky road called life.

Monday, December 18, 2006

I wish!


I Wish

I wish you were here as I selected a tree,
Frasier fir or Douglas's soft needles of green.


Quaint little farm tucked away in the hills,
nostalgic creates a yearning of days of the
old potter’s wheel.

A walk down the lane to choose the
right one, symmetrical, perfect,
fragrant and just a little bit plump.

Clouds moving in and the rain starts to fall
and a chill and the darkness blanket
over it all.

A warm hearted old farmer friendly
and kind offered a ride on the return
from the climb.

Laying a old cloth ragged and soft,
I sat for a few moments as memories
I caught.

I wished you were here as I selected a
tree, holding my hand and laughing with
me.

~~
Unseasonable

Unseasonable the weather creates a auspicious spark,
encouraging the wake of blooms, a tease to the heart.

Unpredictable the mixture of a early sun and a fine
mist of rain, stimulates a ambiance of the first days of
spring.

Agreeable to the spirit or a trickery of the mind,
the reprieve from the darker months is a bit
of nature in sublime.

Acceptance of the power of that which has control
making us more vulnerable then a duck, featherless
in the cold.

~~
Singing> Midnight Sun

You can call it magic, I'll call it love,
star stepping romance under the
midnight sun.

Not close to the Arctic far, far from Antarctica,
this burst of light is a reflection of our love.

Warms my night, makes me feel mighty fine,
cuddling and dreaming of you by my side.

The rays a little faint but it’s clear I see,
the one who sent the midnight sun to me.

There I go smiling all through the night
and when I woke up it was just barely a
quarter to five.

I saw the sunshine before it began to do the
early rise. I’m waken up to the midnight
sun and the visions of you and I.

You can call it magic, I’ll call it love,
star stepping romance under the
midnight sun.







Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Happy Holidays

Singing> Just here those sleigh bells ringing... have yourself a Merry little Christmas, may all your dreams come true.... the first noel the angels did.......Merry Christmas!

I have this eternal Christmas present comes in a rare form. A sweet blend of memories tied to my heart and on the days of darkness it amusingly ignites a spark. Sowed with Joy and laughter, continuously sets a bloom and with a little love and nurture just grew and grew and grew. Unlike crystal it’s never very cold, it has its own way of warming with the utmost gentle hold. I felt it when I woke up, when I took my morning walk and there again under the blankets....Oh! if the hills of the hollow talked.
~~
We can question all of life and still not find the answers or falter on our choices and pretend we understand. Hunger for what we don't have and send our soul in a spin or just open up our eyes to see where paradise really begins. It beautifully surrounds us , just watch the hawk soar or better yet sit on down by the stream and hold my hand once more. This is where it starts the beauty of our day but definetly this magic doesn't fade away.
~~
When I was very young I worked in a resturant, I had the night shift and really didn't know anyone at all. I remember this stranger he entered the resturant and he spoke to me, told me I had pretty eyes. Spoke as if he knew me, we sat during my break and talked. It wasn't at this moment that I understood what you can't see, but it was a this time that I documented it by speaking outloud.
A friend recently said that "we all have our crosses to bare" and indeed we do. But I remember thinking that a illness or a loss of a limb you can see it, feel it understand it and that it may not be easy but you knew to some degree what you were dealing with. Then there are those things that you can't see as easliy, but are felt just as painfully as any physical injury.

A Sequence of Events

A sequence of events led me down this road,
the secrets of a lifetime miraculously disclosed.


There were moments I had lived, that I tried
to deny, but there’s no doubt the stories
in my character lie.

The heart and mind quarrel to know the
answers true, all I know is that it felt good
when I met up with you.

A day without your love is like a
rainbow of black and white, you know
that something is missing as it
doesn't feel quite right.

I opened up my eyes to glimpse

once more the view, where your
heart and mine embrace on
a cloud for me and you.
~~~
Roll On Over

Roll on over into my sweet dream, let your soul drift away.
Skip and dance on the stars all night, until we tire
of this play.

Roll on over into my sweet dream, feel the comfort
of my embrace. Dancing and singing on the clouds
all night, till the morning takes its place.

Black Eye Susan’s in a winter storm, snowflakes on a
summer day. Welcome to my world, where dreams and
love have their way.


Black Eye Susan’s in a winter storm, snowflakes on a
summer day. Welcome to my world, where dreams
and love have their way.


~~
Can we be distant by miles, moutains and sea
but nothing can really separate your love from me.
Somethings are worth repeating!

Here I am!

Here I am in the rays of the sun, when your feeling blue.
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am in every drop of rain, that a storm can bring.
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am in every song a bird sings,
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am in all the world surrounding.
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am ....
~~~


Yes, I met him...

I met him on the clouds, one overcast day.
the sun seem to shine, but it wasn’t my way.

He took the challenge and battled the stars,
desperately searching he found my heart.

I don’t know what happen from there,
my legs started wobbling and
laughter filled the air.


Blue skies pink and the Elm in arch and
there we started climbing to
a love sick march.

I met him on the clouds, one overcast day,
nonchalant in a insignifcant way.

I never figured the door would crack and
once inside there was no looking back.

Laughing and giggling all day long,
to the sound of my heartbeat
to the sound of his song.

I met him on the clouds, one overcast
day tickling and teasing in my
heart to stay.
~~
Can ya hear me now?



Nestled in the hills covered in white snow. I took
the center as I traveled down the back road. My
mind adrift like a flurry in the wind, brought you
so close I felt your touching warming from within.

Turning on the highway, I have many miles to go,
the distant lights dance through the trees to
display a twinkle of a winter show.

No hello’s and no goodbyes on this life we ride,
no matter where the travels, your always by my
side.

Nestled in the hills, covered in white snow.
I took the center lane as I traveled down the
back road. My hands on the wheel and
my mind flying free, picture perfect is
my memory.
~~
I'll Race Ya to the End.

I faced the devil with a angel by my side.
Taken on the river, damn we’re swimming
strong and high. My head above the water,
no longer do we tread we're taking on
the river , I’ll race ya to the end.

Rocking with the waves, no longer the
threat, the cold waters paralyzing from
the stream mountain fed. A chill caught
me for a moment till your love came on in,
we're taking on the river , I’ll race ya to
the end.



Merry Christmas!


I can’t imagine anyone being threatened by Christmas or the message of hope, faith and love. I believe that no matter where your from or whether you pray or not. Turning a peaceful moment in to hatred is a sin against self. I have always found it hard to comprehend how people are so weak and so insecure that they can not respect another person’s belief . The world is so filled with hatred that the crime is to take a beautiful season and use it to make a political statement for their own religion or lack of religion . It brings me to the conclusion that anyone who would fight in the name of religion or find hatred in such beauty can not be to intelligent .



Merry Christmas! What does the words represent, I say hope that some day people will accept the differences and the beauty of diversity. Lay the path of peace and it shall overflow with love.



He who holds hatred in his heart battles his own demons.




Dance Freely........


The solitaire ballerina pirouettes upon the music box, voiceless to the music that would never stop. Round and round she spin, no where to go, until the magic moment and the wind began to blow.

Snap and crack the pedestal, over wound the key, footloose the ballerina had broken free. I could see her dance no longer choreographed from memory. Dancing on the clouds so graceful and beautifully.

Eloquent a performance, more thought and desire, the ballerina
danced as if her soul was set a fire. Each day her legs strengthened, each whisper from her heart, rejoicing to the moment that for her life starts.
~~

Monday, December 04, 2006

Welcome to My World


Vows of Nature


Clouds variegated in shades of fury pink and hush blue draped the edge of the hills. Precision perfect the canvas bowed to the battle. Breaking all barriers of silence, a slight breeze whispered secrets of the heart.
Intrigued by the vows of nature, the majestic beauty binds
heaven and earth in a performance that embraces
the dance of souls.

How could I not love you?

When in my hour of need

I felt your love brace

my heart and

lift my soul.





Singing> You Went And Did It!

You went and did it, you touched my heart,
taught the heavens how to regenerate a
spark. Closed the gap on distance and time,
twisting and turning created love like a
vine.

You went and did it, you made the hills
sing, started with the babbling brook
and moved right into my dreams.

You went and did it, you met with my
soul, took a hold and held it and hand fed
it some fuel.

You went and did it, you made me smile,
gave this world a meaning and made my
life worth while.

You went and did it, made me feel like a
Queen, when everyone knows I’m came
from peasantry means.

You went and did it, placed a spell and
everywhere I go everyone can tell.
The love exudes from inside and like
a billboard there is nothing to hide.

You went and did it, you touched
my heart and no matter the
travels nothing will ever
tear it apart.



Running in the newly fallen snow, I look back to see the footprints left behind. Caught up in my own wonderment of the child we can be, I felt the life surge through my body sending a chill, as we had seized the ability to reach another dimension of emotion, releasing a joy of youth and spirit. As remarkable as it is, we had breached beyond time to glimpse the inner soul birthing in tenderness and laughter. As if I were dancing in a circle to time, laughter became a teenagers giggle and speeding faster , faster and faster, until I had fallen into your arms . The fragments of time blend to bring youth, growth and maturity to the place we now stand. Feeling loved in ways that create the magic of dreams, I felt the woman inside of me released ,as if free for the first time....



Chick flicks ya gotta love them, your basic girl gets guy, guy gets girl and of course the “happily ever after scenario“. Last week I watched a movie where
the girl didn’t get the guy and well didn’t have the usual happy ever....
I found that extremely disturbing in a facetious kind of way. I proposed in my mind to rewrite the script. It reminded me of the chapter books where you could read through them and choose what happens next.
I gave the movie my own ending, he looked deeply into her eyes, felt the
warmth as he held her hands, pulling her ever so close and passionately
kissing her, he realized the woman who had become his best friend was his true love..I laughed, as the new scenario of fantasy brought a smile to my face.

Borrowing a line from James Brown, singing> I feel good, da da da da da
so good, so good, baby I got you!!!!!!!!



This is my world where there is no restraints upon the soul and hearts a flutter engage high above the stars with the sounds of wind blown trumpets in a blissful celebration of life. A flood of laughter wafts from earth to the heavens, tipping the switch on the power of emotion. Here we don’t prohibit the beauty of a smile but encourage this spontaneous release of love. Enter through the mind and explore each day and night through dreams of fantasia. Dance in my arms as we embrace our spirit in completeness. The brazen reflection sparkling from the mountains to the heavens is your being and mine as we bond in a magical display exploding like a star on fire.

A Bouquet



I have watched a rose wilt in bloom,



petals all intact and the beauty fades to soon.






The wound appears to seal itself and heal,



but cutting off the nourishment



left nothing but a chill.






Love takes a little extra time,



given from the heart resuscitates



with a temporary high.






Nothing last forever, so they say,



holding on to yesterday,



creates a colorful



bouquet.








Beautiful Morning




It’s a beautiful morning, a wonderful day, I woke to your love
bringing sunshine my way. Warm and radiant leads from the heart
a sparkling magic that gave love its start.

Wake up to your loving embrace and the smile you put on my face.
I will hold you for the rest of your life, this mystical treasure comes
with a price.




Two kisses in the morning, two kisses at night, multiplied
by eternity equals awfully nice. The fresh fallen snow
dazzles on the pine trees, but the hills of the hollow
have nothing on me.





The walls of the hollow appeared double tall,
the hills and the mountains and the trees and all.

Stronger and faster I started to climb, a love for
the freedom set me on a natural high.

Unlocking the spirit deep in me, now everything
I see is like a living dream.

Driving the road, creating memories, laughing
and giggling in a whimsical tease.

The magic of the moment is unpredictable,
the way you found and took a hold.


Singing>
I walked a lonely road, cried tears that only I would know,
traveled places all alone, till I met up with you.


The dance under the moon light, found me swooning
through most of the night, living loving and feeling
fine, since you turn my rainbow upside down.

Rocking in your arms to sleep, you took my heart
and made a gentle sweep, all my love and all your
warmth and cradled it all in a dream.

I walked a lonely road, cried tears that only I would know,
traveled places all alone, till I met up with you.



Threads of Gold

Through the pages of life, the magic unfolds,
a love bond woven of threads of gold.

A blanket more precious then anything made,
a weave of faith and trust you laid.

Last night I cuddled with you in my dreams,
this morning I woke to you here with me.

Holding the moment, I’ll never let go of
the friendship built of sunshine and snow.

~~~
We met in ways that few would understand,
and unscheduled plan, it’s in God’s hands.

A path that we dare to walk, a conversation
where two hearts daily talk.

A view deeper then the sea and wider
than any universe could be.

We met in ways that few would understand,
and unscheduled plan, it’s in God’s hands.
~~

Walking with the wind this early morn,
companioned with the sun and moon
before a storm.

The leaves dry beneath my feet, crackle
with the distance of your heartbeat.

The curtains opened and I began to dance,
as I fall into the hollows trance. Not of
gaiety and fun, I whirl to a melancholy
drum.

Dismal and grey the moon starts to fade,
my eyes adjusting ,still a little strained.
Desperate,I squint to see,the cast of two
loving passionately.
~~~~

Holiday dancing, so much fun with you,
catching a snowflake or maybe two.

The hollow in colors of red and green ,
dressed in its magic ,creates a scene.

First in the morning and all through
the day, we’re celebrating in our
own way.

Embracing the spirit, takes to
the wind, can’t hide my love
or this silly old grin.
~~
I wouldn't trade

Might be a little childish to put your tongue in your air and catch a few snowflakes in the middle of time square. I wouldn't trade the moments I share with you,acting like a monkey that escaped from the zoo.

You chased away the sadness, you chased away the blues,packed them in a suitcase and bid them adieu.Replaced it with your love and warmed my heart and gave my life a kick start.

Might be a little childish to put your tongue in the air and catch a few snowflakes in the middle of time square. I wouldn't trade......

~~
Beastly Bright

Beastly bright the snow had fallen white,
a dusting of sparkle on the hollow in
the night. Evergreens caging in a dream,
trapped the romance of today’s memories.

Temptation, is the taste of honey sweet,
a seduction in the darkness that places
you with me.

Marvel at the music that filters through
the air, sounds of love meant only for
your ears.

Waters partially frozen tranquilize
my thoughts, breaking the momentum
I think my heart has stopped.

Drifting gently like a ship out at sea,
is the memory filled heart rocking
in the waves of your dreams.

~~~


Allow your wings to open in flight,
intensify to a higher high.
Allow your heart to feel, as you
enter into my world.


Vision the quest beyond the hills,
souls embrace, love fulfilled.
Cloak to warm, mission complete,
a connection of love beyond
silk sheets.
~~~


Singing>

My hand are nothing but a tool of love, to write to you my love.
Words to dance upon the page, colorful, many combinations made.
Creations transforming with out end, as they transpire from the
magic you send.


Love is mastered in little time shared, I memorize the years.
Dream like quality keeps you near, I close my eyes and you
appear. I pinch myself to become aware, that you are in my
heart to stay.


I know it’s right when I’m with you, this happiness is true.
I want you forever by my side, you smooth life's bumpy ride.
We scan the world to find, that love is now yours and mine.


I know it’s right when I’m with you, this happiness is true.
I want you forever by my side, you smooth life's bumpy ride.
We scan the world to find, that love is now yours and mine.

~~~


Reindeer and snowflakes and memories and heartbreak,
childish laughter and forever after. I know that when
I’m with you nothing matters, as dreams come true.


No skilled needed , no pretense, no sadness, no regrets.
Clearly the path that leads to your heart was paved
with love from two.


Sing softly, whisper gently, from my heart to yours
and when the darkness of life surrounds, remember
who’s loving you.

When the darkness of life surrounds, remember ,
remember who’s loving you......

.

Bed Rock

Wakened by the dogs barking and I couldn't fall back to sleep.In the middle of a dream with you.

Sitting down on the old bed rock,
memories started flooding and
wouldn’t stop.

Late autumn and her bitter cold,
introduction to the winters hold.

Toe tapping and singing a song,
heart beating louder duets along.

Chilled embrace of a day long gone,
yesterdays reminder through a
love song.

Stream bed nearly dry, mountain
cold water trickling on by.

The day nearly ended and the sun
to set, rain started falling and
I’m get wet.

Frozen glaze as it hits the ground,
icy reminders sparkle all around.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Night and Day



Night and Day


I can feel your lips kissing, in every midnight dream.
The sound of hearts colliding, a treasure in the breeze.


Honey sweet the memories, my heart and soul devours.
Embrace of every shared moment, rushes into hours.


To love you, to feel you..... everyday. I would walk the
mountains over in search of the highest peak. To feel
the closeness of your love blowing through the trees.


To love you, to feel you.........everyday!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Happy Holidays



Little Candle

With the Christmas season quick upon us, I found myself looking at the new decorations to celebrate the season. The stores were filled with larger and more elaborate thrills and gadgets to deck the halls. It took me back to childhood and that once a year tradition of going to downtown Pittsburgh to see the department stores animated windows. The windows drew such crowds, I remember squeezing through all the people to get a glimpse of the
elves and dolls that would spin, blink their eyes and move in motion to the music. I had carried on the tradition for many years of taking my own children once a year to the city to see the lights and have our luncheon together, unfortunately our special meeting spot is no longer there, gone as so many stores before it, to progress and industry buyouts.
With the large impact of commercialization on our Christian holiday, I remember fondly of the little house we use to stroll by each evening, where one lit candle set each night in the window. That one small candle had more impact then any decorations before or after that time. It was the early 60’s and our neighbors son had been sent over to fight in the Vietnam war. She lit that candle everyday, patiently waiting for his return home, last I knew she was still lighting that candle each night waiting for the return of her son.
What makes each years holiday so special? Growing up in what I call a domestic war, the holidays brought peace for a short time in our lives. The short lived season where hope and faith seem to make everything possible. An inner peace, a calm that had you believing in tomorrow.How quickly time goes by, what seemed like yesterday mounds into many years. With my own inner struggles, there were times that I had forgotten that one little candle means more then the largest store bought decoration. In that one flame burns our past, present and future ignited with love to bring us peace.
~~

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Mystical Bond

~~
This smile is made of magic of all we
say and do, the dance is in my heaven
since the day I met you.

A page torn from my memory of your
embrace and step by step across
the sky, on the dance floor of life.

I will always hold the moment you
appeared and changed my world
forever, the day you held me near.
~
My body now sleeps, my soul never rest,
dreaming of you, puts the mind to the test.


To lay my head gently on your shoulder
tonight with a image of paradise and a
love guided light.

Your sweet pleasantry, your passion and
fire, built the steps one by one to the top
of the tower.

Dance in the heavens, released from the
hell, the lull of the knight comforted
the belle.

So kind and so gentle I had fallen
asleep in the arms of the man where
I peacefully dream.

So innocent a moment, so dangerous
a thought, that If I’d open my eyes
the magic would stop.

Heart beating faster, a unhidden
smile, as I hold to your charm
and drift for awhile.

Rest my darling, tonight we sleep
with the memory of love, on a cloud
of dreams.

Sleep sweet darling tonight I’m
yours,to sleep peaceful till
early morn.

Moonlight magic is here
to stay, till the sun rids the
enchantment away.

Truth untangles the woven intricate thread of life, Love simplifies it.


Looking back is a glance through muddy water, looking forward is to falter through expectations. Wafting beyond yesterdays memories and tomorrows dreams, to feel the current swiftly whisp my spirit with a wind of emotion.The shawl of happiness surrounds with a comfort, seizing the present day magic as it embraces with the warmth and excitement of our mystical bond.

~~

The silence broke by your memories,
flawlessly performed in sweet harmony.


Beat by beat it raced the time, to open
doors of my mind.


Crashing daydreams creates a spark
ignites the love of two lost hearts.


Yours and mine unite in dance,
to the song of evermore.

~~~

Beyond the hills

I feel your touch from beyond the hills

where laughter and joy repeatedly spill.

In my heart and soul and surely

my dreams is where your love

sparked my memory.

singing>

Hold me darling, hold me close, under

the blanket of starlight a glow.

Hold me darling, hold me close, listen

as the beat of our hearts compose.

Hold me darling , hold me close,

day and night we reveal the rose.







,

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Poetry

Driving Down the Road

Driving down the road felt like the first of May.
I looked around at the mountains, as the
distance made them fade.

Beyond the hollow and the bare winter trees,
release of my spirit, I was once again
set free.

Holding onto the wheel and a bit of control,
I waived goodbye as I viewed a new goal.
Yesterday vanishing a little more and
I'm now waiting see, what tomorrow
has in store.

Holding hands we explored a little more,
traveling so much further then the day
we shared before.


Driving down the road with my friend by my
side, a thousand miles and mountains couldn't
distance us on this life we ride.



Some Say Goodbye

Some say goodbye, some never do,
some build a bridge, too little, too few .

I don’t know what part they play,
all I know is that part of them
stayed.

They left in my heart, a chapter or
two, they awakened my soul,
to life a review.

A polka dress and shoes in blue
a perfect match, like when I’m
with you.

The foundation you laid was built
with trust and dusted gently
with truth and your love.

I couldn’t let go even if I tried,
nor walk away, you have
made your way inside.

This bond was made, like a permanent
glue, to seal our love of my friendship
with you.

Mingling with the mystic of the stars,
brought your love so close from
so afar. No silence in the hotel room,

as you taught the midnight sky how
to croon.



La La La... la la la La La La.. la la la

I wanted to whisper the perfect set of words that could express my gratitude, thank you. I wanted them to harmonize with each love struck beat of my heart to tell you how much I care. I wanted you to know that I have known forever that there are bonds beyond this life, creating the explosion of magic that I feel when my soul dances upon the cloud of dreams with yours.~

The touch without fingers,
a kiss with out lips,
the embrace of acceptance,
our place in the abyss.

~

It's that time of night, when I meet you up on the clouds.
Singing>

A star built bridge across the night sky,
channeling the magic, linked you and I.


I kept a running and you kept a hold
and as we spanned the dreams, our

love unfold.

Raindrops falling and the sun
at my backdoor, dried all the tears,
there is so much more.


A star built bridge across the night sky,
channeling the magic, linked you and I.




What once seemed a vast emptiness of immeasurable loniness, is now filled with the beauty of love as it flows from heart to heart, a embrace beyond dreams, to create our own reality.


I asked the wind to fill in for the emptiness of your body by gently embracing my soul with a brisk, cool breeze that envelopes my body triggering a storm of emotion.

Singing>
You went and did it, you gave the hollow that symphony sound. Released from your heart, bouncing off the hills, it echoed with your wonderful smile.

You went and did it, you hit the high notes somehow and everywhere I go the music just flows from your heart to mine.

Oh Baby! you went and did it, you gave the hollow that symphony sound.
Released from your heart bouncing off the hills, it echoed with you wonderful smile......
Oh baby! it echoed with your wonderful smile.

Can't Wait

I can’t wait to the time of the day, to escape and to get away.Quickly run into your arms, beyond the chill of the hollow,through the charm of the hills.

Strolling on a love retreat, we surfaced in the dream that joy create. A paradise made for two, especially created for me and you.

Just one word and my heart relates, it starts pumping
faster and begins to race. Conversations that bring me round, center my life and hold me steady on the ground.

This smile I give to you, the one who’s here to see
me through. Your hand I hold night and day, locked
forever in a magical way.

I can't wait till the time of day, to escape and get away.........



Lay your head upon my heart,
allow each beat to soothe and
to spark.

Place your soul next to me, let
your mind slowly be free, this
very moment you are mine,as
we create our own design.

What you see through your
soul, is what you and I hold.
Wipe one tear from my face
and in its reflection appears
our embrace.

There is no letting go, this
vine does grow, entwining
life as it continues to grow.

I am loving you so and this
you should know, I'm holding
on to you as each day goes.


~

I believe the concept of a child running away is pretty common one,
at one time or another I am sure everyone had thoughts about getting
away from varied situations. I had planned the great escape since I can
remember. Sometimes running away was as simple as a hiding place,
a room away from siblings, fabricating a fantasy or sliding down a
rainbow of dreams.

When my family name was recently translated, I laughed to myself at the meaning of the name from my cultural homeland. The family name was translated to “chaser”. My response was that I might have not been running my whole life after all , I might have just been chasing, dreams, love, romance, passion and the magic that seemed always one step away.

However you view life, maturity begins to prepare you to accept or with a stronger insight, open your eyes to a vision of understanding more, much more.. It was clear to me, you can’t run away, the mind can’t be left behind and it has the ability to haunt or enhance the emotional process. Facing the ghost that lingered for years, I took a stand, moving forward, not running foolishly. There is no scarring from past experience, only a deep seeded awareness that cloaks with caution.

I remember my sisters each buying a new home, my younger sister said is mine better then hers? I said her home is right for her and your home is right for you, there is no better or worse. Listening to people talk of their lives, what they have, what someone else has, was like a curtain opening and I could see.

This is my world, compare it to none,
this is my choice, your arms, my love.

This is my heart, I give to you,
this is the magic that made
the skies blue.

This is the plan, that is out of
our hands, this is the moment
someone else commands.

~

I wanted to say goodnight, I thought if I said your name over and over you would hear me, If I closed my eyes to make it so you would feel me.
If I asked the night to place me in your arms it would keep me there till morning. At this moment may the kiss of love land upon your cheek and
and the joy of love tickle you from the inside out.


A flock of chickadees gathering seed,
a doe startled when she spotted me.
The water rising over the banks, the
world quietly calm, till I heard a laugh.
Heart to the wind, your love the
guide, soaring the heavens, my
friend and I.


Worth repeating to the world and yelling from moutain tops....Hold me for Life
There is no forever, till your love stepped on board and touched my heart like nothing before. My love I give you, my soul was yours. The moment we met on life’s northern shore. Hold me today, hold me tonight, close your eyes and hold me for life. I love you!!!!!

Looking Back

I looked back at my life and the path I so followed, was I fulfilling the expectations of others, living on the road of choice or simply trailing
what fate had planned all along? There was a time, that I was overwhelmed or maybe even consumed or maybe better to say confused by the circumstances surrounding my life. Torn somewhere between my consciousness and my sub consciousness, I centered on the sphere of life, like a child’s top spinning down to a slow stop, I felt a wobble to the left a wobble to the right as if now I was beginning to collapse. It was at this time when emptiness ruled, that doors one by one began to open. Excitement, joy and a beauty penetrated with such energy. I was filled with a renewed blend of youth and a touch of womanly experience that felt the magic of the fire that would now burn from the inside out.The spirit of imagination fused with reality complimented the momentallowing survival to shed its last weight of tears and washed for the last time the pain of yesterday.
Here where fantasy danced liked forest nymphs about the hollow, I eagerly grasped at the light of passion that fed the hunger. Not living in a land of dreams, but powered by dreams, a vision seen with much more clarity broadened the view and opened the gates of love. A internal yearning took me from a stroll to a leap. What would soon transpire would free the chains on my soul and at last free my spirit.
Stepping forward, not once did I look back, nor did I ever feel the strings of regret. I had left all behind and dove with out regard outside the present world abandoning the walls of reality that so enclosed my being for many years.
Like a battery sitting on a charger I gained in days what years could not
provide, at a speed gone unaccounted for, I had absorbed more love, peace and passion through the windows of the heart and mind. Here where the sweet blend of your inner touch bonded our worlds, morphing each moment without boundaries or limits upon the soul.



Much More

Tossing a branch into the muddy creek, the rage and roar floated it down stream. A little bit further and this I saw the stick went over the waterfall. Close your eyes and you’ll see what is going to happen will be naturally. Your in my heart and in my dreams and the closer you look, the more you will see.

Poetry
Poetry is in every grade school and high school curriculum not to mention in attaining your college degree. Highly valued for teaching small children with the use of rhyme, through music and puppetry and as adults we find poetry used in everything from advertising ploys, greeting cards through lyrics and jingles. Poetry is such a huge part of our lives and yet glazed over by the industry as if it were second best to other forms of literature.
Who is at fault for giving poetry a sour flavor? I believe that it is both, teachers and publishing houses amongst others that fail to recognize or promote a quality vision for poetry lovers. A teacher’s responsibility is to instill a love of learning and maintain a hunger for it in a healthy and yet fun atmosphere. The publisher fails to recognize that all great writers are not great poets. Therefore many quality manuscripts become overlooked. What is considered great literature? I personally believe that any set of words that meet the test of time and maintain a place in history becomes great literature. It is used as away to educate, to stir memory, to touch hearts through the varied set of emotions.
I was shopping yesterday and overheard a mother with her teenage daughter,they were wardrobe shopping, and the daughter said to her mother “only you would wear that, that is so ugly mom.” I chimed in and said “actually it is very unique and your mother is making quite a statement to who she is as a individual.” The young girl quickly jumped to a defense, “I want to look just like everyone else.” The mother shook her head and smiled and quickly responded “you don’t want to be like everyone else and said the woman is right one day you will understand what it means to stand a part from others and choose from within.” Whether it is clothing or a style of music or the books we purchase, the industry still has a certain amount of control in what is the next fad in a wide range of products. Their money is made not on individuality but on the commoners outlook that they want to be just likeeveryone else. Get one famous person to wear, listen or read your product and that maybe the next trendsetter. This style of marketing is hard to compete or keep up with, it comes in like the march wind with a roar of a lion and limps out like a wounded lamb, the scenario “move the stock or get burnt with it.” Classics surface and maintain their ground throughout history, they tend not to be on the extremes of any particular side. Reminds me of the adage” everything that goes around comes around” I believe poetry will again find its rightful place in the sun, enjoyed and respected, loved and passed down to the future generation.






Singing>
There’s no getting over, no getting away, I packed my heart to travel your way. From the moment you wake up till you fall asleep, I’ll be in your arms, I’ll be in your dreams.

There's no getting over, no getting away, I packed my love to keep burning the flame. A kiss each day to remind you darling, how much I love you,
how much I care.




Chant>
Il n'y a aucun obtenir plus de, aucun partir, j'a emballé mon coeur pour voyager votre manière. Du moment où vous réveillez jusqu'à ce que vous chute endormie, je soyez dans des vos bras, je soyez dans vos rêves.

Il n'y a aucun obtenir plus de, aucun partir, pour continuer à brûler le baiser de flame.A chaque jour pour vous rappeler chéri, combien je t'aime, combien je m'inquiète.

~~


I’ve traveled down this road many times before,
I recognize the vines and the roses they bore.
Entangled in the games we played,
I felt the thorns of your memory
to my heart betray.

Like a dagger piercing through my heart,
I remember each moment from the start.
I picked a rose and sheared it of a dozen
thorns, to recreate when our love
was born.

I won’t race the seasons as they go by,
I’m not gonna stand here and watch
my life fly.I have to filter the sun rays
and place atop the mountain ,to rid it
of any grey.

All I ask from you is to hold me close,
to whisper words of love that only you
could compose. If I should stumble
and perhaps fall, you’d be there to pick
me up and stand me tall.

Hold my hand for a little more. I promise
never to make it feel like a chore,
a kiss in morning bright and one
every dark of night.

~~~


Hold me, everything is doable ,
tell me anything is possible.

Love me, I’m loving you back
and that's a matter of fact.

Can’t make mountains any
higher ,can’t make rivers ,
can't me from loving you.









Miss you, like a summer come and gone,
when the days were filled with laughter
and my heart played along.


Love you, like a first fallen snow,
glistening white reflects what

we both know. A touch of
excitement and a bit of joy
every moment to my heart
toys.

Need you and that magic
touch, a feel inside says
I'm love struck.

Want you, to meet me
on the clouds of our
memories. Loving you,
loving me makes a
day worth experiencing.



Singing>
I felt the distance of you,
my heart breaking in two.
I don’t know what to
do... without you.

I tried to keep you here,
hear the song fill the air,
make the pain disappear
without you.

A fog glazed memory,
set on replay, kept
repeating my love
for you.

We could walk away,
pretend we never made
the music between us.
I thought to run and hide,
close my eyes and deny,
how my empty world
is without you.

I took a ride on the
clouds , the magic
brought you around
and there you stood
with me.

Hand and hand once
more, nothing else to
explore, as my world
is open to you.
~~

Running , running, running to your arms,
when the night is filled with darkness ,
your my shining star.

Smiling, smiling, smiling from the day,
when you tickled me for life and
nothing has ever been the same.

Touching, touching, touching with
the heart, embraced the soul from
the very start.

Dreaming, dreaming ,dreaming
that you here and we are on
the clouds of love, no
sadness and no fear.

~~~~~

Intuition the ability to have quick insight. We have all had a variety of experiences, a mixture of positive and negative. Which leads to the adage “if it feels good it must be right” but what if feels bad, does that mean it must be wrong? Call it a conscience or a internal perception of either the mind, heart or soul.
We have all felt and yet we fail to act on that first notion that enters from our inner spirit. Why is it we question our self? There are as many reasons as there are people. Sometimes it’s our own insecurities that we find ourselves doubting and other times it’s reviewing the whole picture, over analyzing.
Not to overshadow the subject, what if intuition is ill perceived, or misinterpreted? Emotions and feeling of all sort subject us to self analysis, understanding the moment. I believe if we are honest with self this is not a issue, where truth lay the path, only truth shall follow.
I use to believe that it was almost sexist the level at which we understood and interpreted conversation, relationships and life. The more that I filtered through the people I had met, I realized it was much deeper and expanded many more levels then male and female. Intellect, culture, the era in which we are born, all play a important part in how we recognize and register the signals both verbally and physically.
I have heard people say I know how you feel or I understand , but can another truly understand the level, the depth with which every experience is felt? We could probably relate to another persons plight, but truly understand. This old saying has survived the years, “ not until you walked a mile in my shoes” and what a selection of shoes. Every experience is unique to each individual, this is the variations of life.
Through life’s multitude of experiences, I believe people truly are relating to the emotions explored. Whether short lived or a forever pining away, they fall into only so many categories. Each word written is based not on a experience but on a emotion felt. Happiness sadness, Euphoria, distressed, relaxed, quite, dull, exiting. All the stories of life that have spanned the time, were not because people related so much to the story
as that they related to the strings of emotion pulled in their hearts.


I do not see into everyone’s heart, I listen, I absorb and then I write through my heart the words that you interpret with your heart. ~~

~~

You taught the silence how to sing, conducted the birds and the wind blown trees. A song that no one else can hear, is meant only for you and I my dear.

Vous avez enseigné au silence comment chanter, conduit les oiseaux et les arbres soufflés par vent. Une chanson que personne d'autre peuvent entendre, sont signifiés seulement pour vous et I mon cher.

I covered my lips, I closed my eyes, I try to hold back what’s inside. No
denying, there’s no hiding , you put that smile on me.



J'ai couvert mes lèvres, j'ai fermé mes yeux, j'essaye de tenir en arrière ce qui est à l'intérieur. Aucun nier, là n'est aucun se cacher, vous a mis ce sourire sur moi.

~~
Singing>
Command

I’m not gonna let no sadness replace the memories,
I’m gonna hold the good ones and set the bad ones
free.

I’m not gonna let no heartache become a part of me.
I’m gonna hold the love and let the anger be.

I’m not gonna let the tears fall, like those of yesterday.
I’m gonna hold the smiles, the frowns have no place.
.
I’m not gonna try to decipher what I don’t understand.
I’m gonna listen to my heart, but let my mind command.

Fly me to the moon........



I thought of the people who believed they had fallen out of love, I don’t see it quite that way. The heart is a huge puzzle and we spend our life trying to find all the pieces. You don’t lose what becomes a important part of who you are.A rose beautiful in bud becomes more intriguing as each petal unfolds the mystery of the moment. The heart is no different, the more joy that is felt the more wonderful the emotions explored.You have become a major part of who I am.......

I’ll be the candy maker, If you can be my butternut cream,
a little bit sweet and a tad bit nutty, as long as you keep
loving me.
Cover you in chocolate, place you out in the sun
and when you start to melt, you’ll get glimpse of the fun
of what you do to me.

Leading Man

Silence on the stage, surrounded by a emptiness.
The curtains open and there in the darkness a
glimpse at life through the eyes of love.
Hey !Mr. Leading Man.

Leading Man

Silence on the stage, surrounded by a emptiness.
The curtains open and there in the darkness a
glimpse at life through the eyes of love.
Hey! Mr. Leading Man.


I’m reasoning with my heart and mind, Hello, hello,
goodbye, goodbye. You are like a fickle winter breeze,
unpredictable and filled with so much uncertainty.


A cap of snow settles down, a blanket of cold to cover
the ground. Irony filled it begins to relay a chill to the soul
yet holds the warmth of May.


Flakes of winter yet to thaw, frozen laughter, frozen tears,
truth or lies, happiness or fear. Then why! oh why ! do I want
you here?


There is something unique and yet innocent about the classic romance movies. It’s the boy meets girl and all the magic that is created out of simplicity. Each time you view one of these marvels of creation, you absorb just a little bit more of the emotion that explodes from the screen.

A sweet blend of reality and fantasy dances together in each script, from an era that breathed a bit of the Rockwell scenario, the white picket fence. Here in our imagination is where romance becomes the vessel that conveys the messages of love.

The stage can be the sandy beach under the night sky or watching a sun rise, cuddling in front of a fireplace while the snowflakes fall or even a walk in the park, or better yet a meeting in a crowded city with everyone looking on, perfect setting for boy meets girl.

Which take us to the characters, the leading man, handsome, debonair, the touch of romance, the song of heart. Which leads to the leading woman, ahhhhhh how do we say melt?

The magic is that everyone of every age can view one of these pieces of history and interpret it to the caliber of their understanding. Looking on at life and the dreams we hope to fulfill, I believe the message is the same as it has always been.

We are trapped in our world that teaches us more is better and yet what could be better then holding hands walking down by the stream, skipping stones, watching the hawk take flight, sharing hearts and placing a kiss forever on your soul.


I love you! You make one hell of a leading man !!!!!!