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Now something on a lighter note.
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Now something on a lighter note. I had a dream one night, well to be honest a repetitive dream on lots of nights. I was on a beach. It was night now. The sun was gone and all that was left was the sand, the sound of the waves and the steady, warm breeze over the gulf. You know...some of the best moments on the beach. When it feels like there's nothing left in the world except all the world that surrounds you. Engulfs you like nothing you've ever felt. It's like you can smell the freshness of untouched air, completely lose all thoughts, concerns or worries in the sounds of waves, crashing against an abandoned shore. Looking up, it feels like if you reach, you could touch the stars. As i meander through this little piece of heaven, I suddenly realize a hand in mine. Soft, like a rose. Holding on loosely, yet tight enough not to get lost in this moment. I turn to look at you, but you're lost somewhere in the night. Your hair playing with the wind, the scent of you, completely vacant a second ago, now overcoming the sweet smell of the salt air. I suddenly know you, though I've never met you. You're as familiar as breathing, yet I can't even see your face. We walk, without talking. Just enjoying the night sounds of the wind and waves . The cool sand beneath our feet. The intimacy of where we are in this place, this time. I know I want to kiss you, I can sense, you want to be kissed. Yet somehow, it's just outside of my grasp. I want, no.that's not right, I need to see your eyes. To gaze into your soul. But again, I just can't find them. It's a dream, I tell myself, yet how can i feel this so deeply if there is truly nothing there. We stop. thinking this is the moment. I really need to see you, touch your face. As you turn, the sound starts to dim. The waves, slowly fade into the night. I look up for a second, just to make sure still here, and....you're gone. But in reality, you're really not. You're always there. Because though I've never kissed your lips, or ever touched your face. I know I've always loved you, somewhere in my mind. I should turn this into a song...hmmmm guess i already did. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx |
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Sweet dreams....I'm off to bed. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Beautifully evocative Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Move over Nicholas Sparks 😉. Truly romantic. There is meaning in this dream. This mystery woman...are you sure you don't know her already? I'm curious if you can discern any features. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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Yeah, no she's late. I had the first dream over 7 years ago. But thanks for trying to keep my hopes up.  " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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Happy Labor day weekend and that sounds like an amazing dream and I hope it comes true one of these days really soon.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Happy Labor day weekend and that sounds like an amazing dream and I hope it comes true one of these days really soon.. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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