It was with a sad heart full of fond memories that I wrote today’s post on Dreaming Existence
We lost another music legend, this time to the unforgiving virus that has begun to rule our moments, reminding us that it is the moments that count.
Stay well. Stay at home for now.
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Love and Light…
To disappear within the velvet
shadows, exploring perfection’s
breathe in the scent of desire,
sweet and heady, comes the fire-
tears of ecstasy and sorrow
for the glare of tomorrow
creeps over the horizon
steal away the sultry, steamy
hallows where longing lingers,
draw back the curtain
the awful sin
No one watches, nor hears
as satisfaction disappears
waiting in vain for judgement.
No one cares.
To disappear again….
Cheryl KP copyright words and image 2019
Old man, take a look at my life…
I’m a lot like you…
I need someone to love me…
…the whole day through.
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true..
Old man, take a look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were…..
Seeing these moss- bearded ancient trees brought to mind an old favorite song of mine. You are amazing, Mr Young.
*Beauty, courtesy of Mother Nature and the tender care of Florida Sugar Mill Gardens friends..
Is there any virtue sweeter than devotion,
can one bear the crushing joy of such emotion?
To share the least of what is rare and purely treasured-
in such simple holy gifts is true love measured.
What passes in the mundane way of living
is the grandest form of unabashed giving,
like shiny pearls are strung and flung
as music lilting from the tongue
of Mother Nature-love is sung,
the Symphony of Life!
That, my friends, is a Bubba bird. He brings only the choicest berries to his mate and not just one but a mouthful! How do I know? I happen to be lucky enough to be cared for by the original Bubba Bird.
The truest love is not defined by the grand gestures of poets and kings, but rather rises in the heart and soul of selfless giving.