Pedals of roses on my face and music crawling throughout my heart. These are the days to remain real and nights to feel, for time is short and memories are all that matter. Foresight gets the waves pushed aside while the winds of hindsight stay at my back pushing me through the tide. When you believe. When you believe that daffodils are to be touched and sometimes even cut. When a bird flys to me with those eyes that I read and the bird stops on a limb to sing. I love seeing the tip of a sail as I know my captain is on the way. On the way where and I embrace the truth that deep down I care for that special day. Oh my.... a bucket of seedless grapes and cheese are staring at me. But I say, no cheese, not this late. However, a bite of ginger-chocolate will do with a grape or two! .....Mmmm good! ♥~t
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 02:57:51 +0000