It's the urge in your soul,
When your mouth waters,
Wanting to consume
That which you've only tasted
But to gobble brings guilt
To starve brings stress
And relief brings regret
It's the moment you want to cry
But you can't quite find the topic of your tears
So you just sigh
And softly, silently
It's the pull you feel
To do things you can't explain
And then you realize
You're only dancing
Into the gravity strings of the Universe
It's the goodbye your eyes whisper
To the wee hours
When the magic colors fade
The sun comes up, bringing daylight
Says a lingering goodnight...
It's the Unspoken...
That which calls your name
From no particular direction
Gives you a kiss
And sends you off to school
To face the bullies of the new day.
It's hard to trust the spring,
I must say I've been fooled before
My skin left unprotected
And in the sudden shifting winds,
I was frozen and rejected
But wearing too much blocks the touch
Of Love's caressing breath
Summer's promise is on Spring's lips
But it's not quite here just yet.
In the meantime, still I realize
I just have to take that chance
Spring's sun is irresistible,
Love's breeze is like a dance.
But I've been fooled by both before,
Those two experienced players
So I use an old New England trick:
Always dress in layers!
that she is, loves, and learns
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...