Beautiful words...

"To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning.
It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds,
To know the wonder of a stardust sky and the wisdom of the man in the moon.

To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,
The innocence of a child's eyes and the beauty of an aging hand,
for it is through their teachings we learn to love.

To believe is to find the strength and courage that lies within us.
When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know we are not alone,
That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.

To believe is to know that wonderful surprises are just waiting to happen,
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.

If only we believe."


Author Unknown

I am, Only Human

Only Human

Time is mostly itself when passing.
So bees wend high above the road
Where a fine dust cloud rises
And white birds appear in the gathered green.

No painter here to take their wing to canvas,
No inscrutable simplicity in a crack heads cluttered mime,
No poet giving voice to mute mud,
No philosophic sap, swollen knot of superadded wisdom,
Nor a Christ lodged in the slowing green snail . . .

Such are limp hands white with sleep,
Hair as water burns on golden sand,
Or wooden dark in its stillness.

It be the blaze of afternoon brings the heat of world,
Listing here on slight breezes, where
Over your radiant slumbers sugar cypress arms
Canopy my nodding vigil.

Invisible breath: guardian of our present
Steals through infant lips,
of a new old world,
Secretly to stir the leaves around.

Time is mostly itself, when passing.

I still believe

just thinking about your dream(s), and how our dreams are often more than just vivid reminders of who and why we are.

Contained in those thoughts then was this image of you sleeping.

Breathing softly as you do, with that smile of yours looking up at me,
I was reminded of late August sunsets and candle light.

Which is why I stiil believe for every drop of rain that falls upon the road, a flower grows. Still, believing that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle will be glowing.

I still believe;

That for everyone who has gone astray, someone will come along to show them the way. Still believing above a storm the smallest prayer can still be heard.

Even a prayer spoken in your sleep.

The Book of Love is........

The book of love is long and boring.
No one can lift the damn thing,

It's full of charts and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing,
But I love it when you read it to me,
For you can read me anything.

The book of love has music in it,
In fact that's where music comes from.

Some of it is just transcendental,
Some of it is just really dumb,
But I love it when you sing to me
And you You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago.
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I love it anyway.

Always look up

On the way down,

I saw you and you saved me from myself
and I wont forget the way you loved me.
On the way down,
I almost fell through but I held on to you.

On the way down is when I loved you the most!

A smile from me today...and always ~

"Did you know...that when you walk past a flower,
whether it be in somebody's garden or on a vacant hillside,
the flower will always smile at you.

The most polite way to respond,
I've been told,
is to cheerfully return the smile."

When "she" spoke she said:

From where I am sitting you seem to have it(?) together.
Within you then, I see that you are intelligent and sensitive, strong and secure.
A bright star I imagine.
All good reasons for me to approach you.

To me, you appear open, free to explore and learn.
As for me, the more you want to know the deeper inside I will let you explore.

If it's passion you seek, you are looking in the right direction.
I know the value of a strong bond.
I understand the components of friendship and trust.
I know that true intensity, can be found, even in the quietest of moments!

In the between, I like to kiss, drink wine, watch the moon, run into waves, swing,
slide, teeter-totter, drive, ride, hide under blankets, eat, sleep, make love.... and sing of key.

Just your more basic of human desires and so much more too!

Her

Johanna

Do you miss me still?

Or has the screaming into the night,
Passed with the pain
Of my leaving?

On the subway yesterday,
A woman said
That the twilight
Of our love

Interrupts your sleep
Nevertheless.

I miss you too!