The boy asked the girl what she wanted from him.
The girl silently took the moon from the sky and gave it to the boy. “I want you to hold the moon, so her light shows others what I see in you. So you see her radiance, beyond her faults and know that is how I see you. All I ask is that sometimes you show the moon to me, so that I am reminded beauty and love exists.”
I will always carry your fingerprint on my soul, no matter the journey.
This morning, driving towards the rain, even with a hidden sun, lime greens and yellows glowed against a battleship grey sky. And it made me think about sadness. How we need some in our life to accent the beauty and magic of happiness. It’s a balance. Required to see the contrasts and appreciate our world. Talking with a writer friend, the conversation came round to how creative people are often consumed with emotion. How we embrace pain and hurt as much as we do joy, because it makes us better writers. And I think it makes me a better person. You care more about others, if you know what it’s like to suffer. So today I surrendered myself to the sadness I’ve been fighting, my breath caught as I drove through a tunnel of trees, light catching their edges, reminding me of stage wings. And I felt the centre of a play.
I’m the doodles in the edges of your life
The sun, heavy hearted, fell through the clouds, caught in earths arms.
Letting my emotions
Crash onto the shore
To see which words
Polished by the surf
Will be the ones
I collect for you.
In the background
A message here
A picture there
A music link with just
And I’d imagine we’d dance together although apart
You’ve crept into my mind
And I’m daydreaming again
Watching the sky as I know you watch it
You understand and join in my crazy silly
I love making you laugh
Till you slide off the chair
Or sitting with you in silence
Lost in our own thoughts
But most of all I love that I feel wanted
I’m worthy of being with
And that makes me look up again.
Inside my mind
You are the storms eye
The force that creates thoughts
And the letters forged in this tempest
Are straight from my soul
To you my muse
She kissed him, not because he asked, but because his lips looked like they’d fit against hers and she wondered what they’d feel like…and what he’d taste of.
Amongst the stillness
Of storms in the palm of your hand
Raw power that will rip you apart
But you still can’t let go
Inspired by something my muse said to me.