7/27/11
8:55am
Riding on the long road of anticipation.
These train tracks define minutes to hours left before I reach you.
A bumpy feeling jumps on my body,
Same as the beats in my heart.
But I am dreaming.
Floating above the Earth are the butterflies in my stomach.
This high, nostalgic presence takes me over.
A window seat passenger on the plane to your heart.
Carrying a round trip ticket of love,
Wanting a one way exchange for your heart.
Watching the big hand take charge,
The little hand falls behind every hour.
Time seems to be moving backwards & stumbling over seconds before I reach you.
This meeting is so presidential to me,
More than greeting Obama because you are my Commander in Chief.
And the National Defense of your heart resides with the Prime Minister.... Me.
A King & Queen of sorts.
We gamble with Diamonds as collateral in late night Clubs with the best Spades of the trade to win each others Hearts.
After years of greetings & salutations,
We bought our own share of Hallmark.
But finally the words on card stock could not be seen anymore.
I feel the braille on your lips & read my way to your thoughts.
The journey has stopped & my feet are touching ground.
Heart racing to the bold white line,
where 1st place is the warmth of your touch.
Daily practices of charging laps around the world,
Just to get to the biggest event of the year.
Olympics of our lives together.
Running past the byways & lanes of people following their own destinations.
I must meet my goal to reach you.
Through those exits I can finally see you.
I am stuck.
And my heart stops.
This is,
The first time.
-QSS.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Looking At This Cloud PT. 1 & 2
6/9/11
7:35pm
Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......
6/19/11
5:40pm
Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.
~QSS.
7:35pm
Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......
6/19/11
5:40pm
Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.
~QSS.
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