A picture of love …
gather bright
such brilliance
is the horizon in
quiet reflection
such is
the beauty of her
a quiet
yet gentle
reflection
inside the sweet
memory
of what is true is
simple elegance
a dance a
lesser human
might forget
without
the gentle reminder
a sensuality a
mystique
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
I always wish I had learned to play the guitar. I’m listening to rock and roll today. Two words brought me there. “Thank you.” There is something about timing, especially when you are in a hopeful state of mind. The knowing and the unknown are two completely different worlds of survival, of peace, of stemming the wonder of our lives. I knew today, beauty held the essence of those two words when they were expressed. I have the ability to create a moment, and for me today, when that moment occurred, I felt the presence that helps me realize what love can really be in our lives.
For whatever reason, I was watching a youtube commercial for Gillette – a new message for men that I found on someone’s Facebook posting. That’s not the point of the story, though the commercial is very good. What happened next is how I came to where I am now. There was a familiar song in previous youtube plays so I clicked on it, as I always have when it pops on my screen. The meaning behind the song today and every day I listen to it always gives me a tear.
When living fantasy turns to reality and then begs to remain fantasy the confusion can be unbearable to anyone involved. I’ve been on that ride recently, oh there have been other occasions in my life, but this story has particular impact upon who I believe I am today. I love the idea of a muse with my writing, I believe I have certainly considered many kind hearts to be my mystique, my intrigue, my muse over time to inspire my words; however clearly, in recent years I discovered again my muse to be as real as this morning’s rays of sun across a blanketed winter horizon. I discovered my muse to be the woman who holds the passion behind all of my words, my thinking, my dreams.
Over time, we would share our favorite music, the pieces that brought each other peace, and more often than not brought each other to mind. They weren’t always wonderful, poetic, loves songs filled with optimism – more assuredly they did contain words of pain, realities of timing, conceptions of what it really means to love someone. From the origins of Norah Jones touching our heart years ago with songs like, ‘Come Away With Me’ and ‘Turn Me On’ to the now scalding memory of ‘Burn’ from the Hamilton soundtrack we have been through the gamut of reasoning behind lyrics.
So today what was that song? She will scold me for repetition; however, it is difficult for me to look past the lovely and haunting lyrics of “Diamonds and Rust.” I did a search and found an original video – you can click past the ad and then have a cry with me, for its words are poignant and beautiful:
I love the wonder of timing, and the sweet nature of knowing that love is not simply an illusion, but as real as the day is shining through my window. A couple have brought me to this place, and now I’m listening to Simon & Garfunkle’s, ‘The Boxer’ – yes repeats over and over again, though they all do hold special magic upon our lives if we do choose to allow these moments to take us places we truly imagine and experience in our lives.
So I leave you with a picture that reminds me of a time, though I wasn’t holding the guitar, I can only wish I might have been …
I feel like we watched an eclipse or maybe we just held each other for the afternoon. Whatever brought us through those moments, there was surely an energy of love, and that is truly ‘the bridge’ that keeps our lives in memory.
Peace.
If only in a moment, we might listen to our heart.
We might trust love will always exist in those quiet frames when alone we wish, we ponder, we allow our mind to wander to a softer time when we could just live within the scope of our passion.
If only in a moment, we might trust our soul.
There will be an ache because we have once known love, felt it, yearned its Grace inside a wonderful travel of sweet elegance. We can look to a beautiful sunny winter’s day and recognize there is a certain splendor in the air having the ability to recognize that emotion did bring us to a region of our heart will always be ready for quiet reflection.
If only in a moment, I might remember eyes.
For that quiet recall, I will see love, and hold on to her magic forever.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
Wake alone in dawn
reflective recall I fawn
silent chance is drawn
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