Twisting in the wind are the branches of the willow tree above me. Reminiscent of the days when I would grab onto them and swing round and round. The grass below me pricks the exposed skin on my arms and feet. A song plays in my head. I hum the tune softly to the beat of the warm breeze flowing around me; as my hair flies past my face. I stare up into the sky; my mind wandering with the passing clouds. I imagine myself reaching out to them and hitching a ride.
I find myself in a valley full of lush green grass and flowers of every color. The smell fills my nostrils with a sweet delight and my lungs with a calming sensation. Mountains in the distance fill my eyes with wonder as the sun glistens off their peaks. The sky is a clear blue with one lonely cloud in the sky. It appears to be resting; in the calm air. I am comfortable here. It's all very familiar. A gentle stir in the distance captures my attention. All of a sudden I see feather-like, silvery flakes begin to fall from the cloud above. They slowly make their way down; I reach out my hand as they brush against my skin then fade away. Visibility diminishes as the air around me becomes dense with these mysterious flakes. Extending my arms in front of me I attempt to push them aside. Moving forward I seek the sound that I heard just before the flakes came. I'm curious, could it have been someone for me?
I make my way slowly through what seems now like a downy fog. Eager is what I have become; to find the source of this curious sound. There must be another out there for me. Someone I can share this beauty and splendor with. I sense something and I must find it. The urgency inside me heightens when the fog begins to darken. I know the land in front of me, I've seen it all before. I just need to move faster. I hear another sound, much less distant this time. Slowly the light fades around me. Then I notice something ahead. A light somehow shining toward me. My eyes are focused on a soft green hue that seems to be guiding my way. It gets brighter as I get closer and the darkness around me gets deeper. The light is so bright, but I can't stop staring. I'm running now, determined to get there. Almost out of breath I am halted by a pleasant feeling. I look up and see the light so clearly. Gradually the darkness begins to dissipate. I can feel my cheeks stretch as my mouth forms a smile. I find myself staring into wide eyes, filled with green and yellow glowing with joy. It all starts coming into place. He's been watching me this whole time; observing my every movement. I can feel his sturdy arms wrapped around me and the warmth radiating from his body. His smile catches my eye and snaps me fully into reality. He's the only thing that can recover me from my daydreams. When I feel his loving kiss on my lips I realize, he'll always be there right behind me when I decide to take a trip on a cloud. He'll be waiting to bring me back, to reality.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Race
My skin feels hot as the sweat begins to break. I feel it beading up on my forehead. I reach up and wipe it away with my wrist band. The cotton wrapped tightly around my wrist shifting slightly as it brushes against my face. My pace is steady and strong, my feet pounding on the ground, one after the other. I have a good rhythm now. The cool fall air flows through my hair and I hear the whoosh of my wind pants and in the background, the thumping of my feet. My breath becomes heavier as I speed up the pace. Arms swinging in the wind and legs feeling more strained. I'm going up hill now, my muscles working harder to move my body forward. It burns, but it's a good burn. The kind that makes you feel strong. I can feel the sweat start to drip now, down my face and neck. I'm getting closer, I can see the big tree over the hill that means I'm almost there. My body feels tired but my mind is racing, my heart beating intensely. Each breath is like a small fire in my lungs. And suddenly the burning slows, I've made it over the hill and the pressure is off. Only a few more feet, I know I can make it, I've already come this far. I heave my arms through the air and start sprinting. My legs pushing through like propellers pulling me forward toward the finish line. I feel the tape against my chest and hear a snap. I did it, I made it to the finish line! Cheers all around me, I slowly come to a stop which seems almost unnatural after running for so long. My muscles begin to tingle and throb and the heat fills every pore of my body. A splash of cool water on my face makes it all worth while.
Monday, August 17, 2009
A Dreamers Dream
As I lay in bed trying to sleep I feel this tingle engulf my body. I feel this sense of comfort but also of loneliness. I grab the pillow beside me seeking a sense of security. My mind races with wishful thoughts of what could be. My eyes feel heavy as I drift away into my thoughts, I know I'll be dreaming tonight.
I’m surrounded by darkness and the warm summer’s heat. My body is limp and lifeless. I am asleep.
There’s sunlight, it’s so bright I cannot see what’s in front of me. I’m over taken by a brisk wind that lifts me to my feet. I feel myself and notice a dress. Soft satin flows between my fingers and I feel the smoothness of it on my skin. I feel thin straps, all that holds up the dress. The neckline hugs my bosom and the satin flows freely down to my ankles where it rests upon my feet.
A cloud slowing comes in and takes the edge off the sun. I blink a few times and start to see people all around me. I'm obviously outside but why are all these people looking at me? And then I see him. Standing tall with a smile so big it could eat two oceans. His eyes gazing directly at me, the green and yellow in them sparkles in the sunlight and give me a sense of peace. His hair is short, clean cut and squared off just how I like it. He's in a tux tailored just right to fit his broad masculine shoulders and just short enough to give me a little view of his cute tush. Under his jacket he wears a white shirt with decorative clear buttons, no riffles just as smooth and perfectly pressed as can be. He wears a silver vest which matches perfectly with his square, white gold cuff links. And his tie, a sleek and sexy black that shines. He looks so perfect.
Suddenly music starts to play, it's soft and melodic, reminiscent of the wedding march. I realize now why everyone is looking at me, and that he's not just standing ahead of me for the heck of it. He's standing at the alter waiting for me. I look to my left and there's my father with his arm out ready to escort me. I start walking and as I get closer the people and the music just fade away, I still sense them as if they are all in slow motion lagging behind only a whisper and a shadow. One thing I can see clearly is his face. His eyes are pulling me in they're reaching deep inside my soul and pulling me to him; as if to say “come to me, my love.” After what seems like an eternity and I finally face to face with this man. He grasps my hands, leans in close to my ear and says, “I love you, absolute.”
Darkness, all around me; where did the sun go? Where did he go? I close my eyes trying to find him but realize I'm lying in my bed and it was all a dream. I sigh almost in relief because it seemed too perfect, maybe it's not possible. Then I hear a noise, a door slam shut and soft foot steps growing closer. I open my eyes and look up, a soft voice says “good morning”. There he is, the man of my dreams and that smile, he's even got that smile. It was real, it wasn't a dream. It was my wedding day.
I’m surrounded by darkness and the warm summer’s heat. My body is limp and lifeless. I am asleep.
There’s sunlight, it’s so bright I cannot see what’s in front of me. I’m over taken by a brisk wind that lifts me to my feet. I feel myself and notice a dress. Soft satin flows between my fingers and I feel the smoothness of it on my skin. I feel thin straps, all that holds up the dress. The neckline hugs my bosom and the satin flows freely down to my ankles where it rests upon my feet.
A cloud slowing comes in and takes the edge off the sun. I blink a few times and start to see people all around me. I'm obviously outside but why are all these people looking at me? And then I see him. Standing tall with a smile so big it could eat two oceans. His eyes gazing directly at me, the green and yellow in them sparkles in the sunlight and give me a sense of peace. His hair is short, clean cut and squared off just how I like it. He's in a tux tailored just right to fit his broad masculine shoulders and just short enough to give me a little view of his cute tush. Under his jacket he wears a white shirt with decorative clear buttons, no riffles just as smooth and perfectly pressed as can be. He wears a silver vest which matches perfectly with his square, white gold cuff links. And his tie, a sleek and sexy black that shines. He looks so perfect.
Suddenly music starts to play, it's soft and melodic, reminiscent of the wedding march. I realize now why everyone is looking at me, and that he's not just standing ahead of me for the heck of it. He's standing at the alter waiting for me. I look to my left and there's my father with his arm out ready to escort me. I start walking and as I get closer the people and the music just fade away, I still sense them as if they are all in slow motion lagging behind only a whisper and a shadow. One thing I can see clearly is his face. His eyes are pulling me in they're reaching deep inside my soul and pulling me to him; as if to say “come to me, my love.” After what seems like an eternity and I finally face to face with this man. He grasps my hands, leans in close to my ear and says, “I love you, absolute.”
Darkness, all around me; where did the sun go? Where did he go? I close my eyes trying to find him but realize I'm lying in my bed and it was all a dream. I sigh almost in relief because it seemed too perfect, maybe it's not possible. Then I hear a noise, a door slam shut and soft foot steps growing closer. I open my eyes and look up, a soft voice says “good morning”. There he is, the man of my dreams and that smile, he's even got that smile. It was real, it wasn't a dream. It was my wedding day.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Moon Walk
The eerie silence, It's piercing, it only lasts a moment but it's impact is great. There isn't a soul in sight. The trees shift ever so lightly in the wind. I hear crackling as the dried leaves float across the sidewalk. Suddenly a noise steals my attention away from the leaves. A bunny hops by. It was nothing to fear, but the darkness around me keeps me on my toes. All that lights my way is the moon peaking through the silhouette of the trees as I walk through the lonely night.
The storm
Drip, drip, drip, ting, ting, ting.
I lay awake listening to the start of the rain drops. The room lights up with a flash as the lighting in the distance becomes more frequent. I don't hear any thunder yet, it must not be close enough. Here come more flashes, I see the trees outside through my small window. Boom. Here's the thunder and the camper rattles. I can hear every rain drop in the small metal camper. I'm laying cramped in the small, lower bunk bed in the back room, secluded and alone. The unfamiliar feeling of the room makes me uneasy as the rain drops increase and the random flashes of light give me glimpses of my surroundings. It sounds like metal pellets being shot at the walls around me. A part of me wonders if I'll make it through the night. I decide to try and sleep and as I close my eyes it becomes louder. My mind is filled with graphic images of what could be out there. I know it's just a thunderstorm but my imagination is running away with me. Eventually I surrender to the storm and abandon the idea of sleep. The sound is unbearable. I sit up, hunched over in the bunk and look out at the flashes of lightning that are near constant at this point. I look over at my phone and realize hours have passed. Slowly the lightning subsides and the tinging on the roof lessens. I become less tense and realize the storm is passing. I'll be alright. I've made it through the night.
I lay awake listening to the start of the rain drops. The room lights up with a flash as the lighting in the distance becomes more frequent. I don't hear any thunder yet, it must not be close enough. Here come more flashes, I see the trees outside through my small window. Boom. Here's the thunder and the camper rattles. I can hear every rain drop in the small metal camper. I'm laying cramped in the small, lower bunk bed in the back room, secluded and alone. The unfamiliar feeling of the room makes me uneasy as the rain drops increase and the random flashes of light give me glimpses of my surroundings. It sounds like metal pellets being shot at the walls around me. A part of me wonders if I'll make it through the night. I decide to try and sleep and as I close my eyes it becomes louder. My mind is filled with graphic images of what could be out there. I know it's just a thunderstorm but my imagination is running away with me. Eventually I surrender to the storm and abandon the idea of sleep. The sound is unbearable. I sit up, hunched over in the bunk and look out at the flashes of lightning that are near constant at this point. I look over at my phone and realize hours have passed. Slowly the lightning subsides and the tinging on the roof lessens. I become less tense and realize the storm is passing. I'll be alright. I've made it through the night.
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