Blue Infinity
She whispers infinity into my neck,
time stands still on eternity’s edge.
Wayward crow pecks at the moon,
pixies dance gleefully on lucid stars.
We lay limp from endless passion,
trembling at the brink of a cliff.
Our souls take flight without rhythm,
misted shadow casts somber reflection.
vanishing muse offers more than succor,
love endlessly spins around into darkness.
Boundless labyrinth guides you through,
spiritual tears supplant our fears,
melting in vast wells of blue infinity.
Eternity surrenders to let us pass by.
#Challenge #Infinity #WhisperOfInfinity
It’s Curtains!
I've never noticed that before. I've been so focused on how white Grandma's teeth are that the face behind the curtains has gone unnoticed all these years. Who could that be?
Mom asked me to put these bags-full of pictures in photo albums. Great memories! I'm glad we all came together to do this. We've been laughing all day long.
These albums filled an entire shelf. Quite a library. After dinner we'll look at them all again. This little impromptu reunion was is a hit.
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I've never noticed this before. Mom, dad, my two sisters, nothing new there; but the curtains, they're slightly open, just like in the picture with grandma.
Both were taken at Christmas. Was one of my sisters sneaking around? I can't see anything behind the curtains, too dark.
My beautiful three year old niece, but if she's in the picture, who's that behind the curtains? I could ask if -
My curtain just moved. Wait. My window's not open!...
To My Future Husband
I hope you're ready for late night White Castle runs, and singing Guns N' Roses songs at the top of our lungs. I hope you're ready for cereal for dinner, and watching Dirty Dancing three times in a row. I hope you're ready to chase each other through the kitchen, our socks sliding on the cold tile floor. I hope you're ready for board games at 2AM, and unplanned naps at 2PM. I hope you're ready for my unhealthy obsession with Elvis Presley, and driving to PetSmart just to play with puppies. I hope you're ready for Harry Potter marathons, and holding my hand while you drive. I hope you're ready for the arguments that end with us crying, and the ones that end with us laughing. I hope you're ready for the midnight "I love you's," and the midnight "scoot the fuck over's." I hope you're ready for my brown eyes, and the honey-glaze that covers them when they see you. I hope you're ready to love me like a song, and to carry me like a soul. I hope you're ready for everything in between the frail walls of my heart, and the vivid scars that reside there. I hope you're ready for my shaking voice apologizing for my mistakes, and my warm, hopeful hands clinging to your chest. I hope you're ready to forgive me, to hold me, to cherish me. I so desperately hope you're ready for our unconditionally holy, intensely passionate, infinitely child-like, crazed love, because my heart beats like a racehorse thinking of the track we're going to run.