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An apple, so many thoughts for so many people.
To me it was always just an apple:-)

Now it will forever remind me of a man,
A sweet, beautiful man who showed me the boy inside,
Who showed me himself as nobody else ever did.

A rich, ruby red apple, sweet inside with skin that shines in the light.

That is our friendship.

Rich, bright, strong and sweet with a light that shines bright.

Thank you.

He sits watching at the kitchen table,
The woman breaks the eggs into the bowl of ingredients,
Her hair flowing freely down her back,
His shirt she is wearing reaching to her knees,
Her bare legs and feet teasing him.

She reaches for the milk and beats the mixture,
Pours it out into the pan and turns with a smile,
Holding out the pan for him to help her put it into the oven.

He takes in how she looks, flour coats her cheek, and milk stains the front of his shirt, he smiles at the picture she makes.

Stands up and takes the pan from her, and the soft round mound of his child comes into his view, he leans down and kisses the woman he loves, walks over and places the cake into the hot oven.

The Man who is always so strong and in control,

He sleeps and i watch,

His eyes that watch my ever move are closed and at rest.
His arms that hold and protect me, are even at rest folded as if he holds me,
His mind that is always alert to my moods and that knows me so well is dreaming.
His lips that i love to kiss, that such beautiful words come from just for me, they smile a secret smile at rest.

He sleeps as i watch over him, and as a stroke back his hair and lean in to gently kiss his forehead, he curls into me and my heart is complete for he is the one who knows me.

He sleeps ungaurded and that is when I protect Him.

Red high heals shape the arch of her feet,
Black silk stockings clinging to her legs ending in a ring of lace just above her knees,
She lays stretched out on the table arms at her sides the long lace gloves framing her hands and hugging her arms,
Her hair falling in waves over the end of the table.

She turns her head slowly and smiles at the Man who walks slowly into the room, his eyes never leaving her gaze, her red lips curl in a soft smile and her hands hold the rose out to him offering him the sweet smelling flower.

These words are not my own but they could not be more perfect:

"I want to live in your eyes,
Die in your arms,
And be buried
In your heart"

His time has come to leave this place,
His suffering needs to be over, for a month
He has held on and his body is tired and sore now.

The machine breaths for him,
And he no longer tries to take the few breaths he used to,
His eyes no longer see the nurses around him.

He lifts his hand and tells the angels waiting for him,
"wait, I am not ready yet, she's coming",
The nurse doesn't hear him but she makes out what he's saying,
He says it over and over.

She wonders if he is scared, but when she gets closer she feels
The peace like a blanket around him,,
He is alone in the room but the room feels full.

All day long he tells them "wait, not yet", and as night falls
His grand daughter rushes in from the flight she took to get here.

She takes his hand, strokes back his hair and talks to him of all
they had done, she tells him how loved his is.

His eyes close and a peace fills his face, he smiles, relaxes, and the machine
Complains because it can no longer read his heart beat.

The angels hold out their hands....

Sunbeams glide hrough the window
The glass bowl with faded flowers
The light catching the bowl
Splinters of color shoot out
and the wall lights up
Pinks, blues, greens, a rainbow of nature.
And the flowers again become a thing of beauty.

So many souls take the road home every day,
So many go to rest at last in Gods arms.

Sometimes i imagine if you look up,
You will see a silver beam with balls of color,
Floating gently up, and being taken gently home.

It would be easier if it was easy to see,
But then, the meaning of each would be lost and pointless.

R.I.P., rest in peace, in your fathers arms once more.

You never know when one pops into your life, a little angel who is only here in this world for such a short time, i know why they come, they come to show us love and teach us loss, they come to teach and then they go home, and when you look at their faces so pure and peaceful you can understand how special a little angel is, how precious a gift to see one.And then when the people who are left have cryed and let go and left, the few who can go and stand in the room will feel the peace and love of the angel and know that their soul is content, and if you close your eyes and just stand still sometimes you can imagine a soft breath as they are lifted high :-) and the shell left behind is just a shell, a sweet body that allowed the beautiful soul to be hugged and cuddled and give so much love.

Sometimes there are little angels.

I close my eyes and wonder in my mind to a man who wants me just as I am, one who I feel I can't live my life without, I can see him in my mind, I know him he has my soul, and I am existing until he finds me, if not in this life then in the next, for he is who my mind, body and soul crave. I am finding it hard to stay alive inside while I wait, and find I die a little with each let down, soon there will be nothing inside for him to find and I will return to the earth, to rest for a few hundred years and be forgotten as a far away star, remembered now and then as a ray of moonlight shines into the window..

she takes a page of crisp white paper,
Colors it with tea bags to make it more precious and aged,
Breaks the edges to make them jaggered and perfectly imperfect,
Takes a finger full of blood red paint
And draws a heart right in the centre of the page,
She notices how the edges are thick and how the middle is thin.

Thats how most heart would look she decides,
Thick outer layer for protection, and once inside..
Make sure you don't tear it!

Dips her finger back into the paint and paints her lips
with another thick layer, she leans down and kisses the
middle of the heart leaving an imprint of her lips to make it stronger.

She smiles and places the paper on his door, wipes the paint off her
lips as she walks quietly away,

Wondering, "what if......."

Have you ever felt a deep spiritual connection with someone you have never seen or met?

Its like a silver thread that reaches out and connects with your mind, you feel them deep inside your soul and its like they belong there somehow.

Its a scary feeling because its so deep you feel like at any second they will disappear and it will be like a dream.

If you pull to fast on the tread it will snap and be lost, and if you let it get too loose it will be pulled to far away and you will not be able to see them any longer in your mind.

Darkly perfect, friend of my soul, hold onto the now and enjoy every second we are allowed.