If Only

If you could only see me from the inside out...running in a field of flowers amid the morning dew...Supping white wine inside my thoughts...if only

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Once Upon A Time




Nebulous symbols of romanticism lead us to a mountain top. We may never trace the reality of its true meaning, nor take the hand of its magic wand, but we hear the whispering words gently pass our way.

Once upon a time, while walking barefoot in the rain, I dreamed of wearing satin slippers as you twirled me beneath your silver stars. Once upon a time, I stood by the window and waited for you to dazzle me beneath the pale light of the waiting moon. A time came, once, when the symbols disappeared with the morrow's dawning.

Listen as I speak to you of a place where I once danced without inhibitions. I closed my eyes and ran with you.......in time
ONCE

Il etait une fois

July 25, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

SOMEWHERE



In a far off place, one can see the sun peeping from a lazuline canopy. Strips of light are seen walking across the beginning of summer’s first performance.

Yoshino trees blush as red as the cheeks of Kathy’s clown. Out in the country, the cattle gather around a bale of hay like politicians on the senate floor.

Somewhere a woman becomes a thin slip of sound
As she watches the meadowlark in his crisscrossed wanderings; in the distance a singer belts out an old country song.

An artist draws an image in his mind as his hands comply with palette and easel. Somewhere in Paris, it is morning as lovers sit beside the La Fontaine de Medicis and sip strawberry frappachinos.

'quelque part'