Confession.

Feb. 23, 2012

The Ageless at Heart

P.O. Box May You Never

Turn-The-Other, Cheek.

The smell of coffee, a grandfather clock; His Old Spice is enticing, but what that of his brother’s?

Caribbean clear eyes; youthful rouge cheeks. You are much too young for me. I can’t share my age with you.

You are the wiser, but my youth is piddling. Let it be.

Silently sorry,

-AS-

Moments

"Time is our frenemy. It loves us as we grow, but we grow too fast. From the seed in the ground to the roots that latch down; we rise up from whence we're found." -AS-

Bouncing in my head

Let my ear drums thump with new sounds. Rhythms; beats, inspire, transform me. Sweeter than the whistle as it softy blows, the wind sings. Music is the river of creativity. Let it flow throw my veins.


 - AS -

Conversations

I pour my coffee from the pot; take a moment to savor the french toast.
It's 9 a.m.; classical music fills the air
And conversations are all around.
As I sit in my new favorite hole in the wall
I think, this feels good;
Sitting solo with my notebook.
And i think of you.
I dare not contact you and be rejected;
You made it clear there would be no friendship.
But I think, perhaps things have changed;
Time has aired our differences.
You look good and I'm doing fine.
Maybe we could have a conversation?
You'd really like this new coffee shop of mine. 

Wistful travels

Hello old foe.

I see you've just unpacked.

Care to stay long this time? Or have you more trains to ride.

I received the letters you placed neatly in my dreams.

Did you find mine?

I left them hidden beneath your wishes between regrets and new affairs, where I hoped you'd see them.

Come, you must be tired.

Rest your head upon my chair; forget all worries.

Call this home now.

-AS-