Darkest night waits outside the window. Morning doesn’t look like morning yet. Satie’s piano calls softly to my pen. The feel of it is as easing to my heart as my gray dress is to my skin. In my china cup the tea leaves born in distant lands come to vibrant life and warm me through. A flame licks at the coolness from the confines of the yellow glass scenting the air with wild honey. It intrigues me so… and I wonder…
Where do I belong in this sleepy edge of the world…
Here at the kitchen island…far away across the sea…soaring a vast blue sky…peacefully amongst the stars…
I am in all of those places because they are all within me. It is only that I must remember to visit them. One needn’t go far by foot to be far in thought. You may go to the stars as often as you like, drift and dream and linger.
You may dance upon the crested wave in time with the universe. Sailors will gaze into the dawning light and smile to see you there and catch themselves swaying to the rhythm of your soul.
You may float the sky so that those who journey far below will stop and wonder at how gently you fly. You lift their eye and their heart follows. They take their own next step because they’ve caught the feather of your hope and seen for a moment…joy.
Each time you travel the wild places alone you somehow take others with you, show them something new, whisper in their ear, gift them with hope…
They follow and reach out to touch you because there is a blush of forever upon your cheek and they yearn to feel the warmth of it.
I wish that I could recall my dreams. Perhaps I do when I write of wings and oceans and heartbeats. Perhaps even in not recalling…I remember…
So much happens to you in a lifetime. Where does it all go to wait for you to catch up. Or do you not need to catch up. Are you only called to be here…
I am in a kitchen
Listening to a piano
Watching a flame
Smelling warm honey
Tasting tea leaves
From far off lands
My senses caressed
And my heart beating
One precious note at a time
Into the wildness
Of far away places
That are as close as
My own dear thoughts
I am the music and the dance
I am the ocean and the wing
I am the darkness and the light
Will you soar with me to unknown places
Will you take my hand and kiss my cheek
Will you follow me in the silence of my simple steps
And lay with me among the shining stars
Let now be now
And let always be forever ours…
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ellie894 September 4, 2018
listening to Once Upon a Time in Paris by Erik Satie
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