9000 Words

Photo Credit  Scott Cain  "Of dreams and Kissing" Your return coincided with lucidity exiting the comfort of me Your presence in the wee hours a welcome gift of my aspiration This time your face had been so close to mine I could smell the subtle scent of coffee tied to my illusion of you We were caught in a moment of hesitation A mere millisecond of anticipation Dream falling towards the other Something might happen Between two smiles descending into the entirety of the eternal When the heart can only flutter And the view is intentionally obscured To blindly be guided by villus who whisper directions Would our mouths melt upon meeting But we never touch A flood of emotions always awakens me The way violent dreams can shake thee I want to fall back into sleep   My lips still yearning for something incomplete   But I can’t find my slumber Our touch must be tied to logs and lumber   And you so far away might well be just a fantasy One that lives between words and a dream state d

Photo Credit  Scott Cain  "The day before purification"  Someone had suggested that changing a common conversation inquiry from “How was your day” to “What do you want to remember about your day” was a good way to bring about a more positive reflection in conversation. I like good conversation. In fact I can think of few things that are the better. So, I made these notes of mine for a month. Here are my thirty one. Please feel free to add your own. I would like to hear them. Being lazy and reading a book during the middle of the day. Someone took time to read some of my writing today. It made me feel so amazing inside.   The big fluffy snowflakes that filled the air this afternoon. I was grateful to be working inside. That I awoke with a muse to write an antidotal short story. It was nice to have something to look forward to when I got home   The delicious leftovers burrito, I made myself for dinner. I had a meaningful conversation with my wife Pamela. I had two wonderful lon