I woke up Saturday morning, with unexplainable burst of emotions.
Emotions that I have captured, and conquered, and now lay buried in a grave;
I now and again pass by to lay lovely white roses
and parade in my inner private thoughts..
The roses represent my power, strength, and forgiveness.
Me visiting is my devoted obsession of wanting a "peek a boo" of your positive well being,
and my persistence in happily being happy.
Friday night was a joy to my heart.
Your presence was bold and at first glance I was stripped of my armor.
Playing out this situation, I felt destined to be prepared,
only to face you and to let go.
The barriers burst and I was exposed.
Fighting a self contained battle of emotions it was easier to
except and get caught in your warmth than to drift away and have cold silence.
The moment was an explosion and I lived.
I was free and soaring amongst the inner battles..
The moment was easy.
The moment was precious.
The moment was gentle.
I lived freely in that moment, skipping swiftly amongst
our laughs, smiles, surface chatting, playful but ever so staining "hang ups",
stimulating eye contact, hugs and the ever so dreading "good byes."
Dancing with the moment, I was set free.
Excepting it as only a moment, I was released from my own self contained
imprisonment.
Releasing me, you have ridden off into the sunset to a far off land of discovery.
Wishing you well, I persistently now and again pass by to
lay lovely white roses....
"Time Flies While Wearing Vintage.
JEC
