Monday Morning

It’s amazing how music can take us back to a time and a place.  Good or bad.  Happy or sad.  I can hear a song and suddenly I sit back and close my eyes and I’m walking barefoot in the sand on a chilly October day.  Toes going numb but only because I love the feel of the sand between my toes.  The freedom from being without the restrictive socks and shoes.  My feet can breathe.  I’m alone, contemplating life, love, and writing.  I’m on a beach, somewhere in a park.  A place I found by chance on one of my rides I took to clear my mind.  No destination.  No idea where I really am.  Just exploring the roads, exploring nature, dreams and thoughts.  Exploring the me inside.  The one I can share, but no one will fully understand because I choose what I show you.  I choose the thoughts I share.  Be it silly or crazy to someone else.  I choose what you see of me. 
Just the turn of the knob, click of a button and I am transported once again.  To a beautiful clearing in the woods, overlooking a fresh flowing spring, a waterfall, him, holding my hand.  His smile, making me smile, overwhelming feelings of joy and happiness.  His eyes, looking into mine, reminding me of why all the others that came, could not stay.  Reminding me of all the lessons learned and all the rough patches along the journey that led to him.  Divine timing.  Him and I swimming in the waters, cool and refreshing.  Him, wrapping me in his arms, feeling safe and secure.  His off key singing in my ear, making me giggle, loving every moment with him.  And then the moment that last note hits and silence.  I open my eyes, look around, snap out of it.  I’m back to reality.  I’m home, alone, sitting on the couch.  Journal in one hand and pen in the other. 
It’s Monday morning again.  Shake it off, finish my cup of coffee, and get ready for work.  Thankful to know I can always play that song again, when I want to return.

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Soul on fire

He stands strong in his truth
fists not for fighting
but arms
to embrace and protect her
from those who came before him
Those that tried to knock her down
To steal her peace and beauty
He sings from his soul
every note chips away at the walls
she has built to protect her heart
His voice 
strong and soothing
He speaks
words of wisdom and knowledge
filling her mind
filling her spirit
She thirsts for more
He kisses her lips
her body soars
flying above the clouds
Her soul is on fire
with the touch of his hands
Strong and brave
is her heart
as she lets him

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