My current blog is at jmswem.blogspot.com
07 January 2014
2014 found 2009
So here is a weird thing, in 2009 I started a blog so that i could work with a friend of mine. When i went to start this blog (currently in use) I could not find the old one. Today in an internet search, here it is. By some freak magic of the internet, if i go to the old blog spot, it links to my current email for this blog and will only let me work in this blog. Hence an email to Google !! in the interest of beginnings, here it is below, from a cut and paste format. This is at jimswem.blogspot.com (notice the "i")
06 January 2014
We'll Keep it as a Dream
and so it begins... inspired by a box sitting on the floor. It is a new year. It is a new season. Perhaps that is why I am back.
She is beautiful ! Long hair. Quiet composure. I think she is shy, but I feel that she is not.
When she first walked up, I did not know what to do with myself. I love these moments in life. I usually own the situation. I know my surroundings, I know the people around me, I can sense who is doing who, what is going on and I am very confident of my surroundings. She took my breath away; not only that, but she stopped me. She stopped my time. Everyone else kept moving, I stopped. She did not roll in like a drop dead gorgeous movie star, she just walked in - being her. I stopped. mid motion. mid thought. mid breath... I stopped. Everybody else kept moving. I took in her eyes; I think they are brown. They lead to her soul, not down an easy path, but one I wish to journey with her on. I took in her hair. You would think the wind should be blowing, slow motion, running down the beach hair. It is just there. Soft, smooth and it smells great. I am not close enough for my nose to work, I just sense it smells great. Her hands are firm, gently, able to carry your heart as if it were a breath that should not be lost. Breasts that are well camouflaged, not so small as to be hiding, not large enough to make other bikinis jealous, just fun. She stopped me. Here I stand, water running out of the hose, the pool over flowing, birds flying by, people talking. I must move. This is going to get embarrassing very quickly. has any one else noticed that I am not moving? Can anyone else sense how I am feeling right now? A quick check of the people around me and no one is picking up on that fact that she stopped me - yet. I must move. I can not take my eyes off her. What is it? I look down to recapture where I am at. What am I doing. My chest hurts. i have not been breathing for about fifteen minutes. Time travel. I haven't moved an inch. Hours have gone by while I study here, feel her, sense her. Why does she not feel me? I must move. Slowly the power comes back on. The needle on the album picks up the sound in a slow increase of beat as the turntable picks up speed. Voices enter back into my head. People are laughing, walking, moving about, introducing her to other people. I must get over there. I can not. I am here. She stopped me. I am moving again. Breathing, moving, I am here.
It has been so long. So much time has gone by. Life is so full at this very moment. I can not walk over there right now. Not where i am at currently. How would that look? Who is she with? What world is she in? How is it that she comes into my world at this time? I can not walk over there right now. My world is full. My heart steady. My day short. Full. Not even aware, time jumped so fast, I am lost again. I do not sense her. She is walking around, doing what she does, but I am gone. Moving again. It could have been months, it might have been years. A chance encounter, amongst friends, in a very public place. Who knew she would even be here. I saw her as I walked up behind her. Quietly. All senses down, as a shadow. Behind her right shoulder, closely, full energy up, passion, her neck (it is beautiful, I did not see that before) gently by, very close, warm. Hello with a smile. She turns, hey I know you, introductions. Wow. Heart beats, rapid pulse, energy! That was fun! Shields up, again, she stopped me. This time I was ready. I stood there smiling, taking her all in, letting everyone else fill the moment. My god she is beautiful. So soft, so fluent. She is a pool, warm sunshine, relaxing waves, gently sand beneath your feet. Comfortable. Why can she not sense me? That is fine. The rest of the people are covering me well. I can stand and enjoy, taking her in.
The moment passed on. She her way, me mine. I was able to breath this time. I held together well. What is her world like? Could I fit in there? is there room? Could we make room? If our worlds could just touch on the edge, her in hers, me in mine, could we survive it? Would I want to be in her world? Do I even know it? It has been so long. The feelings are there, just very deep. We'll keep it as a dream for now...
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