Thought I would have time to write but things have been far too hectic. Dealing with too many crazy people. But hope that will pass.
Sorry for your loss. Life is nuts sometimes, one hell of a ride. Did I mention sometimes I want to slam the computer against the wall.
You keep beating me in the damn game. I am having a browser issue that is jacking things up so I can't respond as quickly as I try. I suspect you might still beat me on some of these songs anyway, but it is closer than it looks.
I suppose if that is the worse that happens life is pretty freaking easy. Unfortunately it is not the worst, but it is top of mind so...
Think I met my quota for salad, could go for Mama's and a beer.
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I am starving and need to go make lunch so I don't have time to write. Of course if I wasn't playing name that tune with you I could make time to write but it really wouldn't be enough time to write anything of substance.
I mean I could tell you I love you or that I want to make love to you. I could tell you that I am ready to strangle some of the idiots I am dealing with here but you know these things so it would just be repetition.
So consider this a placeholder in case I don't get back here later and a reminder that I need to take you for sushi. I have some places in mind, probably best I don't frequent any of them today because I would eat all they had and more.
Did I mention I am hungry. I am so hungry now I'd give up sex for food. Must go now, need to eat, Hungry man is getting angry from lack of food in belly.
I mean I could tell you I love you or that I want to make love to you. I could tell you that I am ready to strangle some of the idiots I am dealing with here but you know these things so it would just be repetition.
So consider this a placeholder in case I don't get back here later and a reminder that I need to take you for sushi. I have some places in mind, probably best I don't frequent any of them today because I would eat all they had and more.
Did I mention I am hungry. I am so hungry now I'd give up sex for food. Must go now, need to eat, Hungry man is getting angry from lack of food in belly.
Trains and Doctors
My Dear Sweet June,
Many years ago I wrote about how jarring the loss of your presence in my life was and talked about how I wondered if one day we would be the couple that made our grandchildren squirm because we were more affectionate than they thought grandparents should be.
And I talked about how sometimes I wondered if things would go a different direction and one day we'd tell a grandchild about that boy/girl that turned our lives upside down and how it never happened but could have.
I remember being so damn heartbroken and the ache that came with it and then wondering what it meant when the ache didn't feel as painful. Had I gotten over you or just gotten used to the pain? I wasn't sure but I decided not to focus on it because I couldn't see how it would help.
Time passed, things happened and I figured out I had every reason to be heartbroken and every reason to be sad because I had confirmed what my heart knew to be true. That I had found my best friend and that life with her could be different because she gave me things no one else did and I believe I did the same for her.
But it is clear to me now I wouldn't have seen things the same way had I not experienced those things. I guess that leads me to trains and doctors.
I suppose you could say the train part ties into two different things:
1) It would be cool to travel by train with you. To go places, see and experience things we haven't and do it together.
2) The freight train part of my personality. I have spent most of my life letting the train push me into, over and through obstacles. It has often served me well, but I don't think it has been all that helpful recently so I have tried to do things differently. Too soon to say if it has been successful or not.
As for doctors, well I believe that line of astrology we stumbled over so many years ago. You know the one about how we can heal each other. I am confident that if we got the chance to really do it all we'd do that for each other.
The depth of trust and love that exists between us what makes me certain. Can't say what the future will hold but I am certain I will love you until I die and probably beyond. Don't argue with me about whether something comes after or not, it doesn't really matter because we are doing whatever we choose to do based upon what is happening while we are alive.
Really woman, I tell you I love you and will forever and you start in on whether you think I understand science. Geez, we'll just have to settle it in the bedroom. ;)
Or maybe not. I might say no. It is good for you to hear no from me 'cuz you think I am incapable of saying it. I am very shy and proper. :)
Many years ago I wrote about how jarring the loss of your presence in my life was and talked about how I wondered if one day we would be the couple that made our grandchildren squirm because we were more affectionate than they thought grandparents should be.
And I talked about how sometimes I wondered if things would go a different direction and one day we'd tell a grandchild about that boy/girl that turned our lives upside down and how it never happened but could have.
I remember being so damn heartbroken and the ache that came with it and then wondering what it meant when the ache didn't feel as painful. Had I gotten over you or just gotten used to the pain? I wasn't sure but I decided not to focus on it because I couldn't see how it would help.
Time passed, things happened and I figured out I had every reason to be heartbroken and every reason to be sad because I had confirmed what my heart knew to be true. That I had found my best friend and that life with her could be different because she gave me things no one else did and I believe I did the same for her.
But it is clear to me now I wouldn't have seen things the same way had I not experienced those things. I guess that leads me to trains and doctors.
I suppose you could say the train part ties into two different things:
1) It would be cool to travel by train with you. To go places, see and experience things we haven't and do it together.
2) The freight train part of my personality. I have spent most of my life letting the train push me into, over and through obstacles. It has often served me well, but I don't think it has been all that helpful recently so I have tried to do things differently. Too soon to say if it has been successful or not.
As for doctors, well I believe that line of astrology we stumbled over so many years ago. You know the one about how we can heal each other. I am confident that if we got the chance to really do it all we'd do that for each other.
The depth of trust and love that exists between us what makes me certain. Can't say what the future will hold but I am certain I will love you until I die and probably beyond. Don't argue with me about whether something comes after or not, it doesn't really matter because we are doing whatever we choose to do based upon what is happening while we are alive.
Really woman, I tell you I love you and will forever and you start in on whether you think I understand science. Geez, we'll just have to settle it in the bedroom. ;)
Or maybe not. I might say no. It is good for you to hear no from me 'cuz you think I am incapable of saying it. I am very shy and proper. :)
Legs and Lips
Thinking about someone who has long legs and soft lips and the stories I want to tell her.
Music In My Head
Dear June,
There are moments in time that are frozen in my mind, some of them have happened and some not yet.
You are always a part of them, always in them in one way or another.
Sometimes I look in your eyes in those moments that haven't had them and I see an understanding that makes me think you get it and then I wonder how that could be.
Makes no sense for you to look at me that way and I shake my head and ask when the doc is going to check me out but there is this voice inside my head that just laughs when I do that and says it makes perfect sense.
I guess it is based on me trying to come up with rational thought, reason and decision for some of this but that isn't always possible and sometimes it is just unnecessary.
“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.”
― Mark Twain
“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”
― Charlotte Brontë
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
― William Shakespeare
“Happiness is not a goal...it's a by-product of a life well lived.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
“When you do what you fear most, then you can do anything.”
― Stephen Richards
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
― John Keats, Endymion: A Poetic Romance
“The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.”
― Louisa May Alcott
If I am not mistaken this roller coaster I am on should be moving up the hill preparing us for the mad rush down and around the track and on to the loop.
You know we would have so much fun learning stuff together. Study sessions would be far more interesting. Probably 'cuz of the way we communicate. Think about the moments and you know what I am talking about.
That trust in each other and the sense that you are with someone whose relationship with you is different from all the others because of the depth. There is something in that, something that goes beyond ethereal and magical and right to real.
There are moments in time that are frozen in my mind, some of them have happened and some not yet.
You are always a part of them, always in them in one way or another.
Sometimes I look in your eyes in those moments that haven't had them and I see an understanding that makes me think you get it and then I wonder how that could be.
Makes no sense for you to look at me that way and I shake my head and ask when the doc is going to check me out but there is this voice inside my head that just laughs when I do that and says it makes perfect sense.
I guess it is based on me trying to come up with rational thought, reason and decision for some of this but that isn't always possible and sometimes it is just unnecessary.
“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.”
― Mark Twain
“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”
― Charlotte Brontë
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
― William Shakespeare
“Happiness is not a goal...it's a by-product of a life well lived.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
“When you do what you fear most, then you can do anything.”
― Stephen Richards
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
― John Keats, Endymion: A Poetic Romance
“The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.”
― Louisa May Alcott
If I am not mistaken this roller coaster I am on should be moving up the hill preparing us for the mad rush down and around the track and on to the loop.
You know we would have so much fun learning stuff together. Study sessions would be far more interesting. Probably 'cuz of the way we communicate. Think about the moments and you know what I am talking about.
That trust in each other and the sense that you are with someone whose relationship with you is different from all the others because of the depth. There is something in that, something that goes beyond ethereal and magical and right to real.
Another Day
Dear Juneleh,
Don't know if you'll show up tonight or not but figured I'd write you another note because it is what I do...sometimes.
Call it coincidence or call it fate but I thought it was funny that when I thought about writing this song came on, Seems appropriate to me, especially since Lou and I look like twins. Probably less so now that he is dead but...
Damn, Exile is singing Kiss you All Over now, must be fate. No wait, I better not mention kissing you here because you'll pretend to get weird. Of course I just wrote about putting your legs over my shoulders so what the hell am I thinking.
On the other hand I know how you tremble and melt when I kiss you. I also know you kissed me first that time way back when. Don't try to revise history 'cuz I know the truth darling.
Crazy times here, so very crazy. Feels a bit like I am going to lose my mind. Been so many moments where I just want to scream and give up but I never do. Not very good at that. Still every now and then I kind of like to pretend I might.
Got two relatively good opportunities on my plate now. Have to see if I can land them both, would be nice to have a choice. The hardest part about now is the uncertainty that comes with it. I have no doubt that I will find a way through it all because I do that well, but does it have to be so fucking hard.
You are still the goofiest best friend I have ever had and the prettiest which is a good thing.
Been thinking about our place. I miss it for a million reasons but I am ever so grateful to have had it. Answered some of the biggest questions I had and now whatever happens I can rest comfortably knowing I was right.
Anyway none of that is here or there. I just need to crush these next few meetings and maybe I can exhale again. Think I might make a point of becoming rich again just so I don't have to deal with these fucking money issues.
Besides I feel like being able to travel and retire before I just drop dead from exhaustion. Guess I better get back to things so I can make sure that doesn't happen. Just remember, bald is beautiful. Not only do I tell myself that but I think of the cash I'll save on shampoo.
Soft Lips
Dear Juneleh,
Many years ago you promised me soft lips to kiss and said that my ### would feel like it was between two soft pillows. You never asked me if I thought you were honest about your promise but I'll answer anyway.
Yes.
You were and you followed through on what you promised but that is neither here nor there. Just sort of a random thought to share. Really I could tell you again your lips are my favorite and it would be true. I have never enjoyed kissing a woman as much as I enjoy kissing you.
Life feels a bit like I am on a seesaw and I am rocking back and forth. Again not the sort of rocking I prefer to do, but sometimes we don't get a choice. In spite of my frustration I expect that I will find way to success and will live many if not most of my dreams, I just wish it would happen sooner.
Had I the opportunity now I would probably grab a big handful of your hair, I always like feeling it in my hand.
Got more than a few stories to share with you but now is not the time. Maybe some other day. Probably shouldn't tell you that I have been thinking about your legs and how I want them wrapped around me but remember we talked about traditional roles and I would be very deep now if I could.
But remember that the reason you are fucking beautiful isn't because when I think about you I think about fucking you but because of what I see inside you. And because we have to be the craziest best friends ever.
Anyway, it is time for me to resume my evening, got a world to conquer and that doesn't happen unless I make it and I will. So I'll see you around sometime.
Many years ago you promised me soft lips to kiss and said that my ### would feel like it was between two soft pillows. You never asked me if I thought you were honest about your promise but I'll answer anyway.
Yes.
You were and you followed through on what you promised but that is neither here nor there. Just sort of a random thought to share. Really I could tell you again your lips are my favorite and it would be true. I have never enjoyed kissing a woman as much as I enjoy kissing you.
Life feels a bit like I am on a seesaw and I am rocking back and forth. Again not the sort of rocking I prefer to do, but sometimes we don't get a choice. In spite of my frustration I expect that I will find way to success and will live many if not most of my dreams, I just wish it would happen sooner.
Had I the opportunity now I would probably grab a big handful of your hair, I always like feeling it in my hand.
Got more than a few stories to share with you but now is not the time. Maybe some other day. Probably shouldn't tell you that I have been thinking about your legs and how I want them wrapped around me but remember we talked about traditional roles and I would be very deep now if I could.
But remember that the reason you are fucking beautiful isn't because when I think about you I think about fucking you but because of what I see inside you. And because we have to be the craziest best friends ever.
Anyway, it is time for me to resume my evening, got a world to conquer and that doesn't happen unless I make it and I will. So I'll see you around sometime.
Your Legs
Dear June,
If I told you that I want your legs over my shoulders or wrapped around me you'd probably just nod your head and say what else is knew. If I asked for your mouth and told you no one was better you'd probably nod your head again and make a comment about me just wanting to get into your pants.
It is only partially true because you are not just sexy to me because of your looks. You are not just beautiful to me, you are fucking beautiful but I see more of you than you realize and not just because I open my eyes and watch.
If I knew how to paint I could show you exactly what you look like when we are doing stuff but what I can't properly paint is the most important part. I can't show that inside. I can't show you the invisible stuff that I know is there.
I can tell you what I like. I can tell you about specific moments and what we were doing. I can tell you with great detail what I want to do to and with you. I can tell you about how I remember that medical deal from your nether regions and how pleased I was.
Not that you were uncomfortable or that it was painful but that I helped facilitate things because it came about due to our feelings. I can tell you how good it feels to know your girl will give you whatever you want and that if you say I have a gallon for you, she'll sort of roll her eyes at you but you still see that mischievous smile.
I can tell you about all the different places and positions and a desire to make up lost time. I can tell you about the look you gave me when you said 'if you can make it happen on your end I can keep up for as long as you can and then some.
But none of that really addresses that other invisible thing that I know is there.
I didn't say I loved you when I came inside you because of how I felt during one particular moment. I said it for all of the moments, including the hard ones because you are a giant pain in my ass but I loved you anyway, sometimes for reasons that made no sense but I never needed to really understand them because there was always something else that said 'shut up and accept it.'
Never been particularly good at that, but I like to think I have been good at loving you, even if from afar or during times when you said you weren't interested.
If I had five minutes I'd spend it just sitting with you on the couch and I'd be happy.
If I told you that I want your legs over my shoulders or wrapped around me you'd probably just nod your head and say what else is knew. If I asked for your mouth and told you no one was better you'd probably nod your head again and make a comment about me just wanting to get into your pants.
It is only partially true because you are not just sexy to me because of your looks. You are not just beautiful to me, you are fucking beautiful but I see more of you than you realize and not just because I open my eyes and watch.
If I knew how to paint I could show you exactly what you look like when we are doing stuff but what I can't properly paint is the most important part. I can't show that inside. I can't show you the invisible stuff that I know is there.
I can tell you what I like. I can tell you about specific moments and what we were doing. I can tell you with great detail what I want to do to and with you. I can tell you about how I remember that medical deal from your nether regions and how pleased I was.
Not that you were uncomfortable or that it was painful but that I helped facilitate things because it came about due to our feelings. I can tell you how good it feels to know your girl will give you whatever you want and that if you say I have a gallon for you, she'll sort of roll her eyes at you but you still see that mischievous smile.
I can tell you about all the different places and positions and a desire to make up lost time. I can tell you about the look you gave me when you said 'if you can make it happen on your end I can keep up for as long as you can and then some.
But none of that really addresses that other invisible thing that I know is there.
I didn't say I loved you when I came inside you because of how I felt during one particular moment. I said it for all of the moments, including the hard ones because you are a giant pain in my ass but I loved you anyway, sometimes for reasons that made no sense but I never needed to really understand them because there was always something else that said 'shut up and accept it.'
Never been particularly good at that, but I like to think I have been good at loving you, even if from afar or during times when you said you weren't interested.
If I had five minutes I'd spend it just sitting with you on the couch and I'd be happy.
Our Favorite Restaurant
Don't know if we have a favorite restaurant. Have a couple that are special and meaningful, but I am not sure I would say we have a favorite restaurant yet. Mostly because I think we need to eat at some more together and figure out what really makes us smile.
Might decide that we have a favorite for specific types of food, but not yet. I have a list of places that I hope to take you to one day...
And yep, I am just crazy enough to say maybe.
Might decide that we have a favorite for specific types of food, but not yet. I have a list of places that I hope to take you to one day...
And yep, I am just crazy enough to say maybe.
Goodbye Sanity
Dear June,
Been killing myself to try and make something happen, to catch a break and thus far I have got a big zero for the board.
Hard not to feel like I left and everything went to hell. That is the part that really chaps my hide more than anything. I have my faults, but overall I am a good man. Not that any of that matters anyway.
So here I am just knocking on a million doors and refusing to quit because sooner or later someone has to give me something. Anyway just because I can take it doesn't mean I want or need this kind of beating.
Gets old after a while, gets old.
Been killing myself to try and make something happen, to catch a break and thus far I have got a big zero for the board.
Hard not to feel like I left and everything went to hell. That is the part that really chaps my hide more than anything. I have my faults, but overall I am a good man. Not that any of that matters anyway.
So here I am just knocking on a million doors and refusing to quit because sooner or later someone has to give me something. Anyway just because I can take it doesn't mean I want or need this kind of beating.
Gets old after a while, gets old.
The Song Only We Sing
There are fragments of a poem inside my head about song only we can hear that can only be sung together.
I could put some of it to paper and try to share a verse or two but I am not sure now is the time nor place. But it lies inside my head, asking for me to let it run free.
In the interim here are others that I sometimes like to think about.
She Walks in Beauty
George Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824
I.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
III.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
And
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
and
O Mistress Mine
by William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, - pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
and
It’s all I have to bring today
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
and
When You are Old
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
and
Never give all the heart
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
and
Love’s Secret
William Blake, 1757 - 1827
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
Surrender and submit all for that which you cannot touch and cannot be and what once was never transforms into something more than ever more.
And with that the silly man slipped away to set sail across seas as yet uncharted and to find stars as yet unnamed.
I could put some of it to paper and try to share a verse or two but I am not sure now is the time nor place. But it lies inside my head, asking for me to let it run free.
In the interim here are others that I sometimes like to think about.
She Walks in Beauty
George Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824
I.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
III.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
And
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
and
O Mistress Mine
by William Shakespeare
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, - pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
and
It’s all I have to bring today
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
and
When You are Old
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
and
Never give all the heart
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
and
Love’s Secret
William Blake, 1757 - 1827
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
*****
There is magic in words and power in moments. A gift only given to those who dare to do more than dream.Surrender and submit all for that which you cannot touch and cannot be and what once was never transforms into something more than ever more.
And with that the silly man slipped away to set sail across seas as yet uncharted and to find stars as yet unnamed.
