The Most Magical of Space

A brass hinged gate swung open wide
and you and I entered, to see what was inside.

A hidden treasure, a friendship of gold, the
secrets of life, that have yet to be told.

Once in the garden, we laughed and we
played, sharing simple joy, we were
released from the day.

Entwined with the feel of hearts in embrace,
with two on lookers, Duck Mabel and
her life long mate...

They Quacked a few giggles, blushed a
red faced, as they watched love,
beautifully taking place.

Nature has a few secrets of love and
care, but I have a better one, it
magically brings you here.

Close your eyes my darling and
allow your mind to race, into
the secret garden , our most
magical of space.
~~~
Once yesterdays Hideaway

Cobwebs in corners, spiders down
the wall, dust on the boxes and
scattered memories fall.

Letters of love, books and
childhood dreams, tears of
yesterday, taken to extreme.

Sudden joy and laughter
is shared and the darkness
of the day, just disappears.

The presence of love,
warms my heart and
lit the room , giving off
a emotional spark.

The Gables in silence, now
filled with song. Hearts
have met, where only fear
once belonged.

Wooden floors, now marble lay,
and the walls of darkness
have no debate.

No king nor queen in this fairytale,
or stories of magic or unneeded skills.

For two hearts a fancy and two
hearts play, in my corner...... once
yesterdays hideaway.

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With the distance has come a sense of healing, making light of emotion is the avoidance of heartbreak. In understanding the heart and mind as it clings on to memories and moves on to new beginnings. The teetering effect eventually balances to strengthen the spirit. With your patience and loyalty you have seen me through the trials of injustice to surface the heart above rough waters.

I laughed as we salted the slug and squashed him into history. The closing of one door leads to the opening of another through each days reflection. I understand more then ever that life is a set of Dominoes , each leaning upon the other, builds a sequence of events to promote growth through a structure of experience in the trails and triumphs of life.

Singing>

Frost covered path, a blanket lay,
to ten mile creek, on a cold winter day.

Train whistling on down the tracks,
steaming with a load of coal on its
back.

Courted by the birds in the spiraling
trees, I started singing to your
memory.

Dancing across a fallen branch,
holding your hand, I was taking
a chance.

Allow your heart to mesh with
mine, knotted a braid that will
never untwine.

Life is a work of art, museum
quality, can’t duplicate the spark.

The closer you are and the more
I see, how wonderful life was
meant to be.

Every morning and every night,
I thank the Lord for making
everything right.