I Am Song
I am cloaked in music, written in white pages
Your fingers dancing to the words and rhythm
A melody that fills the air that We both breath
Lyrics that fills a space in my head
Ah, the touch of your soul and whispers of your heart
All at once
It’s hopeless to explain
The magic your song made then
Soft, steady flow underway
Every time it holds my tongue
Lip twist in a smile, limbs quiver in delight
So I close my eyes, dance round and round
Until I fall asleep at night
I am in need of that music
That song we once sang
You’re holding someone else, singing a different tune
What’s left of me, just memories
Strung in a sheet with words on my lips
I’ve moved on and so have you
but that song remains for us two

It’s almost Christmas and I miss the feel of someone’s warmth by my side. Someone other that family. Perhaps friends, temporary overs and for discussion’s sake a paid prostitute will be interesting. Speaking of which, what sort of Christmas do you like?
Winter like? (no snow but close to chilly)
Winter (real snow and all)
Summer like (I’m thinking Australia)
or anything will do?
I’d prefer cool, chilly with projected rain showers here and there. I’m not really a fan of big Christmas events. I’m all for small gathering with really good food (mostly cooked by me, of course) and good company. Booze and merry making later that night is a possible option.
Hmm…this is not going anywhwere…As I write this I’m drowsy. Drowsy to the point where I’m almost feeling a headache in my temples and all I really want is sleep. I don’t feel like chatting with anyone and all I really want is lie down, close my eyes and off to dreamland I go.
However I’m working and I have to stay awake. So I amuse myself with pretty pictures, silly old love songs and a little typing and perhaps some eating.
Here’s an avocado and mango salad for you. The dressing is a basic vinaigrette. I just tossed a few ingredients together chilled them a while, tossed it with the dressing and bam!