There's this place I like to go to and watch the night unfold. I especially love it when the moon is full and intimidating (in a non threatening way...more like a cosmic, brilliant sort of way). I look up and reflect on the days and nights that have passed...and allow myself to open up to the whispers I hear that glide alongside the silence of the evening....and the stories come forth...offering a kiss of sadness or joy, rejection or acceptance, chaos or clarity...in an overwhelming journey of emotions that I embrace with no hesitation whatsoever...
I keep returning to this secret, hidden place. Three separate times. New faces, the fairies say. I just smile and hope they won't be too mean or curious..
This last time they just watched. We had sweets with us and they waited patiently for one of us to 'forget' some. They were quite curious about this one. They sensed the magic within his hands and followed us as we walked along the street...City Hall on our left, the obsidian water on our right. The jasmine flowers hid a few faces and the lingering scent captured us for a moment while he picked a flower...stashing it away in his pocket...unbeknownst to us that one of the 'good neighbors' was hitching a ride, wanting a piece of our adventure...
Smokes and chocolate. A 70's porn-like abode. A circle of friends around a fire with the weekend's adventures tugging at our lips, laughter and giggling interspersed in-between the re-telling of stories...
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And I wake up to blue skies and the ocean waves in the distance. A dream that was a dream, but wasn't a dream because it was soo real and was last night a dream, too?
I also forgot where I was, then the dream melted away and he was there. Warm and comforting...with the beach in his hair, on his skin, in his bed...
And I felt the sun's kisses that morning, as I lay there in that blanket of warmth and sand.........not wanting to leave..........knowing that the impermanance of the moment would win and I begrudgingly accepted my defeat....
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