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~ Night Dreams ~   1 comment

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Tonight I am far away.

I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to

the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need

be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the other is thinking.

There are at least a hundred other people at the dance but we neither see nor hear them as

we are lost in an intimately private world of our own.

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The music in the Buena Vista ballroom died and the band packed up and was leaving.  We danced out onto the veranda to the music that kept playing in our hearts that night.  Til then, neither had voiced the words “I love you”, but we’d heard them a thousand times in each other’s eyes.

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~~~ Tonight~~~   2 comments

 

 

 

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Can_I_Have_This_Dance__by_CuoraColeonyx[1]

Tonight I am far away.

I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to

the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need

be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the other is thinking.

There are at least a hundred other people at the dance but we neither see nor hear them as

we are lost in an intimately private world of our own.

Thoughts:

His:  I can see the promise of a million tomorrows in the softness of her beautiful blue eyes…

Hers:  His caring and strength are the rock I can cling to for a million tomorrows…

His:  There is no one on this earth as sweet, wonderful, and beautiful as she.  How do I deserve to be in the arms of such an angel…

Hers  Its his reality that makes him the beautiful man that I want to hold forever.  Does he know how much I love him?…

His:  In my wildest dreams I never dreamed I would ever find someone like her.  Her love is so intense and real I can feel it surround me…

Veranda - Buena Vista - Biloxi

The music in the Buena Vista ballroom died and the band packed up and was leaving.  We danced out onto the veranda to the music that kept playing in our hearts that night.  Til then, neither had voiced the words “I love you”, but we’d heard them a thousand times in each other’s eyes.

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I’ve returned from that “other” place now…, that place of soft waltzes, blue eyes, tender warmth, and am living, once again, in a place where these exist only in beautiful memories of softer times in a gentler world.

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Good Night Everybody

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The First Snow   4 comments

(This is a sequel to an earlier post “The Evening Mist” and will be a continuing story)

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A Late Autumn Visit

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Leaves covered the grass like a multi-colored blanket.  It was a season when life seemed to be receding and going into hiding or hibernation.  The mood of the outdoors brought the thoughts and memories, like the weight of years bearing down on his shoulders.  It’s been so long since he had felt the warmth and softness of love in his arms, seen those sapphire bright eyes, and the glow of that radiant smile.  There is this private place in the heart where these feelings, most times kept in check by the cares and trials of the day, surface, unexpectedly, in the quiet hours of the early morn.  It seems that truly complete love forms such a connection that, even after a physical absence of so many years, that bond still exists, through death and beyond.

The windows were closed, but there was a whisper of a breeze and the curtains parted.  Though no one was visibly there, her spirit filled the room. Her scent drifted through the air and he stirred, but did not waken.  His mind not aware, but his heart feels her at his side, in his arms, and he tastes the warm red wine of her lips on his.  There is a sweet caress…, a gentle calm comes over his troubled soul and he is at peace again.  He woke to the undeniable scent of Jasmine, though it was winter and the night’s snowfall had blanketed everything in white…, everything but the footprints leading from the window near his bed.

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It’s the second dream like this, the first this past summer on that night at the beach.  Dreaming ?  Maybe, but again, what about those footprints ?  …again last night…, footprints, footprints that lead to nowhere.  Was he going mad ?  Had he crossed some invisible line of mental behavior ?  He didn’t think so.

Ok…  It was time to get ready for work…, and the driveway needed to be cleared.  As he started down the driveway with the snowblower, he noticed that the footprints he had seen earlier had somehow disappeared.  There had been no more snow to cover them.  They were simply gone.  Had they ever existed  ?  It was late.  No time to dwell on this now.  He had to get to work.   Footprints…?

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Good Night Everybody !!!

May you find rest in your sleep

Peace in your mind

And Love in your heart !

Footsteps – Part 1   11 comments

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The Evening Mist

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It had been an overall difficult day.  Work was hard and neverending and, rather than join the after-work group at the bar he just wanted to get away…, from everyone, and everything.  After a short drive down the coast highway he stopped at a familiar beach, one he often frequented just for this purpose.  It was unimproved, without all the modern conveniences, and not too many people frequented its environs.  For him, it was like a private sanctuary, a retreat for a tired mind and an aching heart. He finished his beer, spread a blanket on the sand and stretched out to sleep.

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The red sun resigned itself to settling below the distant horizon.  Evening mist drifts silently, slowly, across  the water to the blanket where he lay dozing.  Out of the mist, like a shadow, a slyph glides to his side to caress his weary brow and kiss the eyes now closed in sleep.  He stirs, reaching, but doesn’t find the object of his quest, the subject of his dream.  She touches her lips to his, tenderly, and then drifts back into the mist, seemingly leaving no trace of her visit.  As quietly as it came, the mist drifts back out across the bay.

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It’s after midnight when he wakes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  The night is absolutely clear, with a bright silvery moon hanging overhead.  As he carefully folds the blanket, he notices footprints leading from where he slept back into the water, all the while thinking of the strange dream he’d had.  Leave it be, he thought.  It was just a weird dream, nothing more.  Forget it!  …but what about those footprints…?  Nah, it was just a dream…

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or was it ???

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Cajun Queen   6 comments

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There’s a sultry place
Where the bayou streams
Close to city’s lights
Down by New Orleans

The moon shines bright
And stars, it seems
Give all their light
 To a cajun queen

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She’s tall and slender
And a lithe eighteen
 Her heart’s not tender
 This cajun queen

Few words she says
Her eyes say all
Sleeps the days
Waits night to fall

Her head tossed back
When the music starts
She woos them in
Then breaks their hearts

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To only one
When she’s by his side
Does she ever yield
 Her cajun pride

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It’s Friday night
I’m takin’ her away
We’ll love or fight
Til the light of day
In the private world
Of our hideaway.

Back on the bayou

Blue-Bayou[1]

Far away

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Verse and Rhyme   5 comments

In my quiet nighttime space

I go to find that private place

Where dreams and memories hide

And the secret parts of me abide.

The well worn path along a stream

The snow white sand around the beach

The room in which we used to dream

The dreams that are now out of reach

All part of the life that’s me

A book that’s open for all to see

If they would only take the time

To find the verse and read the rhyme.

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Posted November 29, 2012 by PapaBear in Other Art, Poetry

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At the Close of Day   Leave a comment

A moment of magic

when all the beauty of the heavens

reached down

to share its glory with the earth.

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Verse and Rhyme

In my quiet nighttime space

I go to find that private place

Where dreams and memories hide

And the secret parts of me abide.

The well worn path along a stream

The snow white sand around the beach

The room in which we used to dream

The dreams that are now out of reach

All part of the life that’s me

A book that’s open for all to see

If they will only take the time

To find the verse and read the rhyme.

 PJB

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Posted June 19, 2012 by PapaBear in Photo, Prose

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