Evenings under the stars, sitting in rocking chairs, eating pistachios on back and side porches.
Listening to echoes of Italian accents calling children to come in as darkness fell upon us.
Reverberations of Italian voices still are heard within my mind, creating past moments of joy even now.
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Nature surrounding me all the time as I hang out in the great outdoors.
Situating all voices of music into tomes of unlikely aspects.Searching in corners of life, taking all answers out of hiding and into the open.
Ripples of clouds gathering around the steeple with a cross.
Life full and turned outside – upon the altar of His humble abode -His glorious heaven.Totally bathed in His love – life becomes recognizable once again.
Left alone on the edge of earth, contemplating whatever it is I want in life.
Talking incessantly, but only on paper, in written words, telling soulfully of the loneliness I often find inside my mind.Leaving everyone behind, heading to bed and beautiful dreams.
Dancing with a belly dancer, Little John, smiling and moving energetically next to the professional.
Grinning from ear to ear, touching his heart and mind with an experience to be remembered.Way to go John, you’re the celebrity of the day.
Wakeful moments spent in trying out new tastes of music
Images pop out like notes on a banjo, picked just formy mind, over a delightful dinner for two.Beats and musical notes scenting the evening air withhappier tunes and melodies.
Living in tunnels of perfection, preferring independent
Searching for finer rays that will fit just right into remainders of daylight.Feeling loneliness settle in, cuddling like a kitten,making itself at home in darkening corners of perfection.Crossing over tunnels, entering them later on, wantingto find errors in place so a ceramic face may be brokenwith faults sometime.No more a clay-hardened person, waiting to fall…