I'll step out of the line. Do me this time. Not the same stuff I learn, think, teach and do. But the outside line stuff I hope to enjoy. The future. Can you join me too? Maybe for just a moment. I can only help you think of something unusual. Fresh. New... The truth. My truth. My world. Through my eyes. Could I help you for a quick second find your truth? Your world? Through your eyes? No. No I cant.
LOVE NEVER FAILS
She falls deep into kind sweet love. Happily realizing her feet have yet not found ground to land and rest. Love is not tiring, or draining, not even when storms around are raging. For she is safe. Not behind him to be forgotten. Not in front of him to lead the way. Not above to overpower him. Not below to be lower than him. She is safe under his arm to be shield from any danger. By his side to find strength when days are long and heavy. By his side so he may wipe every tear that falls from her eyes, before they reach her chin and dry. Love is not tiring, or draining, or just simply another word. It’s a beautiful, daring, and wonderful journey. It is true love, the one that continues to flourish by the grace of the one who allowed it in the first place. Two becoming one slowly through the most amazing trip, they could ever take. She falls deep into kind sweet love. Realizing she’s undeserving.. Funny..all the past had ever done was lead her here to this one.
Stormy Nights
The Bridge held much more than just the two of us. It held something the human eye couldn’t put together. The stars above whispered to each other. “ Look here’s the best part”. The Moon shining down on the young cast. So brightly steady on their two hearts. And again the stars interrupt each other.. “Shhh just watch..”The bridge held love, that fine evening. Carefully set the mood for their feelings. How silly if they left and said nothing. The stars disappointed would slowly leave. One by One as the sun skillfully would fade them away. The story unfolding, they hope for the sweetest ending. Thru the clouds always a different picture ..the moon never leaves them. The lightning flashed he takes hold of the opportunity and quickly looks on at her. Looking up waiting for the thunder she seemed sure of what he would wonder. She hopes the rain would quickly come, for it’s hard to tell a tear and a drop of rain apart. Her heart was happy, full of joy one he couldn’t yet possibly come to know. Too soon her heart said. But perhaps thru the rain a sweet dance while it unfolded would be the key to a new world. She runs to the end and he waits in the middle. She feels the rain her skin now shivers. The cold air slips thru the tips of her empty fingers. Her hands are up she spins and spins. His hands she feels, he pulls her in, the empty space between them no longer…and then….. yet before it, his smile she sees, his eyes lost oh so rightly focus. The bridge her feet no longer felt. the silent stars looking on now among them. Yes all this right before it, the kiss that warmed up that stormy night. And all at once thousands of stars began to cry and thru their tears these two danced on and on. Playing a part in what they couldn’t see. His hand in hers they walk off, the set shuts down, the cameras turn off. But the one thing that remained, were the stars still in place. Every now and then, reminding the two hearts of that night, reminding us of love though near or far away. Thru the shedding of tears …you and I still call rain.