The next part isn't always easy, you must look in and reflect, often facing emotions you haven't faced in a while.
But that is the portal to true love.
That is is the path to happiness.
As more you embrace yourself as deeper your meeting with your beloved One will be.
He is waiting.
In the pearl-white light of the rising moon they dance from star to star,
Locked in a loving embrace.
No wisp of cloud obscures the glitter of their perfect heaven;
Only stardust marks their path across midnight’s flawless, velvet sky.
Beneath them mortals gaze in awe at their starlit sparkle,
Knowing nothing of their passion, their enduring love, the silvery bonds that bind them.
Wraithlike in the moonlit sky they fly, on wings of silver filigree.
Rich treasures of their loving embrace binding them forever.
Taking her to heights she cannot reach alone.
He soars, leading her heavenward,
His guiding hand taking her aloft again and again.
Earthlings cannot know the love he has for her; she for him.
Their world is not for sharing. Beneath their feet mere mortals watch in wonder as they touch the stars.
Will their glistening spirits ever return to Earth? Elite lovers, forever together, alone in the universe.
Never to return.
By Mary Warwick
Softly, the breeze caresses the restless sea.
Foot prints cross-stitched into wet sand.
They turn, shaded eyes look beyond the etched horizon.
To see the snow-capped pavilions of a mountain range.
Shimmering sands dunes, rise against the burning sun.
A black horse tosses its head, the man’s flowing white robes edged with scarlet and gold.
Spices in a mystic souk swirl and tease.
A tropical isle awakes, a palm catches the first rays of the rising sun.
A coconut falls, rolls into the arms of the waiting sea, floating to where no one knows.
Dark green water on a deathly march attacks the ancient stone.
Marble terraces, works of art, palazzos, all under threat.
The carnival city is slowly sinking, while gondolas glide above.
Waves rush in to soak rolled-up jeans.
A seagull cries, a dog barks, a child squeals.
The dreamer softly laughs.
Reality has come to claim him.
Judith Johnson. May 2017
To see the small details of day-to-day life is a whole other universe.
It is overwhelmingly beautiful.
Oh Day Of Fire And Sun
Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
Laughter and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;
Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
Oh Day Of Fire And Sun