I actually wrote this for medievals thread, but decided to keep it with my own threads as well.
and what will you give back? how will you inspire me to the heights the breadth and depth demanded by creation, now by you? my muse feeds me dreams to conjure with blows scented breath across the spark that shelters in the confines of my heart. spark jumps to flame while flame becomes a fire to light the world from night till morning igniting all the stars embedded in the sky; imagination just an empty boat with drooping sails till air grows hot and fills the sheets and passion drives the moment forward giving shape to dreams.
and what will you give back? how will you inspire me to the heights the breadth and depth demanded by creation, now by you? my muse feeds me dreams to conjure with blows scented breath across the spark that shelters in the confines of my heart. spark jumps to flame while flame becomes a fire to light the world from night till morning igniting all the stars embedded in the sky; imagination just an empty boat with drooping sails till air grows hot and fills the sheets and passion drives the moment forward giving shape to dreams.
I think basically if it is life, it has the potential to be painful.
If a child on a playground falls down, first he looks up to see what people are doing , if they come running and making a fuss, he cries. If they say'whoopsadaisy' or its equivalent, he gets up, dusts himself off and goes on playing.
some falls are worse than others and need more care, but we really hurt less if we pick purselves up after the normal rough and tumble that is life and get on with it. Happy ever after takes serious effort!
dance on tiptoe stirring up the magic gently, flowers swaying in the breeze of passing music, fluting through the branches, tickling the leaves to make them sing with ivory notes all tuned to green; a thought for early evening as the sun subsides; sea turns from blue to pewter, sky to rose with shades of darkness near at hand,just poised to tumble all the stars to shining, their moment come as night time chases day.
RE: its wrecking my head...
RUN!