When Angels Speak of Yellow

I stood in the moonlight, drawn to the heat of the springs and embraced by the stone beneath my feet. Bare to breath with slow sips of champagne. My almond eyes were lit to every word of true lips. I was caught in a beast of life, never wanting to leave. A distant voice began to sing, the depth of words left me lost in the moment. I found myself lusting to the shimmer of such a lovely place. Dazed in a twilight of dreams, dark in the deepest of night. At last. I have been reconnected with life, believing in myself and everything I love. There were mirrors all around me, speaking back, tones of truth and topics of love. Our minds danced naked and true, under the light of the moon, to the thought of what we lost, what we had, swimming to the thought of our freedom. With no rules but to move with how we felt. In the presence of sweet wind, the simmering waters held us close. I was touched so deeply inside, simply loving the reason of life. Last thing I remember was the calm of a voice, from somewhere heavenly. 

December 26, 2012

Ojai, CA

Dream Water

It's a sharp and strong feeling being helpless, dead quiet with the rising anticipation and so suddenly we are left with no control. Our limits are tested, our emotions stirred like the fistful winds that easily pound our bodies back and forth. The rains are like needles and the leaves shuffled mad, as forcefully awakened from a distant dream. Dark is the night, lonely in a crowded city. Muggy and gray are the clouds that hover over our presence. And again, silent and still we are left with nothing to grasp but a wishful thought of hope, forced to find patience within in order to maintain the last of our sanity. We wait. We wait for that sun filled day. We wait to feel safe, holding our loved ones close at heart, in each others arms bonded by the fear of loss. Still, we dream of a place where the breeze is sweet and the wind sings a love song, ever so gentle ever so soft. Where smiles fill the energy of this city, the city of dreams. We dream, we wait. It will come again, one day.

Hurricane Sandy

John F. Kennedy Airport New York

My Love

I wonder what it is about the sea that moves me, as I could sit for hours adoring its repetitive motion. The suns brightness reflects off this body of water. I find solitude in the sound of natures melody, humming a tune of romance. And so my eyes dance. How the waves collide so beautifully, each graceful ripple longing to meet at shore. Oh how love is like the sea, powerful, at times leaving me without words. Like the ocean waves as they kiss and sweetly touch. Becoming one, entwined and never again the same. Love is as love does. 

Laguna Beach, CA

October 1, 2012

The Promise

There are things in life we have control of and there are things in life we simply can not control. The great wonder is, to accept that we are no greater than our fate and our feelings are a divine form of awareness. So without question, choose to exhale the thought of what may be and what once was, for the present is truly our greatest gift. I choose to be passionate and true in what I do have control in, for every action has a reaction. And my sole existence in life is based off the energy and belief that we are all here for one reason and that is, to be good to each other. For the times we share are rare and through passing only. So let no one ever come to you without leaving better and let no one ever forget love so love can live forever.

August 22, 2012

Bryce Canyon

I have traveled many places, inhaled the scents of different countries, dazed upon the most beautiful beaches in this world but the one constant memory of my most cherished day lives in the canyons of beautiful Bryce. I remember the depth of breath I took upon arriving to this magical land. Like the peels of blood orange, the vibrant shades of red stone rushed like wind through me, rewarding me with a feeling I've never felt before or again, in all my travels. I stood upon a cliff, tall and in sweet awe as the wind danced wildly with my hair. My finger tips slightly spread as if I were wishing to hold onto this moment forever. Oh how the warm dessert breeze spun around me like honey glaze and the sun, how it set fire to such a hot summer day. And so I walked, moved slowly, aimlessly through this mysterious place, taking in every inch of exquisite forms of chiseled stone around me. The coral dust floating in a dream, like a dream, oh where will this trail take me. Everything was bright, the suns shine sang with passion and the drops of water from my pack, I treasured like gold. For the heat began to rise and I began to drift and fade like a faint mirage. I continued walking, the great affair is to move. The sweat began to roll down my bare back the beat of my heart pound like drums, never have I felt more alive. And at the peak of my edge, I became limitless, pushing every part of my body and mind to conquer this fantasy of wonder. Then suddenly, just as I almost stopped, I noticed from a distance a small tree which stood alone on a high hill of this canyon. The warmth rose from the cracked grounds and encouraged me to move quicker, to find magic in movement, I wanted nothing more than to breathe softly. To simply feel. I finally reached this lovely tree. I sat under its branches and felt the energy embrace me. I took the deepest sigh I have ever taken and never have I  appreciated shade more than that perfect moment, for the beauty of the journey led me to know the luxury of rest. Then and there, I fell in love with life.

Bryce Canyon, Utah 

Travels from July 2009

Dear Woman,

Tonight, the stars glisten for you and you alone. As you have come so far, traveled so long only to become the starlit beauty you are. Your aura is divine and will remain ever so true. And as I have seen you grow, once small, curious and filled with dreams as a young girl, you have blossomed beautifully, brave and bold into the graceful and powerful woman you are today. Be proud and shine. Simply unique in your precious presence, forever exploring the depths of your existence, you are the light when the world falls. It was not easy however, to reach the height of your accomplishments. It never was. The world weighs much on our shoulders at times and I have admired your strength to fight and battle through hardships along your journey. And for the moments I wished nothing but to hold you tight and never let go, through the heart aches of sweet love, the lost and loneliness of betrayal and good byes. You have learned to fly without sight, to be fearless in this thing called life and still with noise surrounding us, I have watched you search and find meaning in  it all. You have embraced the truth that dreaming minds will always dream for more. You have never lost hope and your desire to stay true gifts a genuine smile to  anyone who meets you. I wish you nothing but my unconditional love always, as you continue on the road of life. You are exactly as you wish to be, infinite as you are.

Love Always, 

Leah

Deep

The water trickles down the side of his cheek, along his sharp jaw and down his body, tracing a beautiful figure. How the way he stares at me makes me smile like sweet summer days. More valuable than all I own, this is the sweetest thing I know. My palms gently connect to the moisture of his flesh and he holds my hand, spins me slowly as our finger tips dance to the vibrant flames of candle lit romance. He embraces me completely, holds me as his precious treasure. And as my back rest upon his firm chest, I hear the drops of water splash around us. The steam rises, our energy flames with fire, for the passionate heat is for keeps. I reach my arms back, gripping his bare body entirely and moving only to the motion of his heart beat. He slides his hands down the sides of my naked body, strong yet slow, with intentions to give me only what I quietly desire. I close my eyes, melting to his movement. He pauses right above my hips. The tension releases my neck to tilt left with satisfaction and he holds me closer. I am wrapped in his claim. I feel the presence of his breathing upon my neck, the tickle of his lush lips and the whisper of his deep words. The sweetest thing I know is his kiss on my collar bone.

Downtown Los Angeles

Elephants

I sat still as the sun glared at me with wickedness. And so suddenly I was unsure of why and what reasons led me to this moment, this feeling, this not knowing of how it all plays so randomly before me. He walked across, I noticed but only enough to stare, not enough to wonder or care. Slightly the sun moved west and I glared directly back, deep sigh to release all which drained my mind. I sat alone, gown of bright red, describing only hopeful thoughts in my silent head. And then he sat from a short distance, the one I glared so quickly upon. The champagne and peach, bubbled movement within, charm led me to walk slowly, politely towards this stranger. He wore blue, dull but enlightening to the eye like the grey blue brick walls along his side. I joined him with good intention and found myself delighted by pureness, like that of deep elephant eyes. The wind blew, swaying my hair to lift my face and gaze towards his curiosity. Soft into a summer night a peaceful energy lit the city lights, like a strong wind into my life. Then and there the world fell upon our warm palms and we owned the sky.

Downtown Los Angeles

April 18, 2012

Golden

It starts with endeavor and rides with a rush. I am not a future teller but I know this much. To live for the thrill of it, the warmth of it, the life of it. Makes every movement endless. And softly, without knowing, the tickles of natural wanting rises. There is no blame ever, only sweet claim, for I have done it again. The passion of risk, oh the flight without fear. A tender being, as honest as pure. Take it all because timing is everything. Having been here a million times and more. The best part is, living is the core, the center of my world. To day dream for a couple hours under yellow flowers, stopping only to devour, this beautiful thing. Hold me, unfold me and breathe me. Feel the wind upon your skin, with me. For what it all means is like that of a walking dream, gently before your curious eyes. Set spark to truth and embrace this golden way of life.

San Diego

April 10, 2012

Jade

The wind blows and all is calm except its passionate kiss. I close my eyes gently and sway to the energy of its tender touch. The sea sings sweetly with such a serene and authentic rhythm, my toes gladly nestle into the sugar like sand. So soft so pure, how my senses have reached the heavens and I feel my soul lift to the cotton clouds above. Nothing matters but this, nothing ever has but to be in touch and in love with all which surrounds me. I rest on a hammock between two coconut trees and giggle to the glee of being in absolute solitude. I open my eyes to catch the sun peak down, adoring each sparkle of it's vibrant rays as the palm leaves dance with delicate haze. The hours are endless and how my heart has melted, drowning in  riches like that of chocolate bliss. Oh, to entwine with perfect pleasure and to live the very dream I ever wished for. How all my moments and all my lived days have led me to drift towards this splendid time. For I am certain there is nothing more beautiful, so rich, radiant and divine than the luxury before these daring eyes of mine. A true gem afloat on the teal waters of pureness, I am dazzled by the essence of this islands presence. For the purpose to live is by true desire and the chasing for the wind.


Pass Island, Philippines
March 9, 2012

Embrace

To be in love. I can feel the warmth fill me like hot cocoa to a cup. It's perfection. It is ever so simple. And for this, I send thankful thoughts to a soul mate, a cherished memory in my mind. Like a deep sigh, sharing life with soft breaths, love is divine. Just one night for all that it is. Just one perfect night. And so it is, like sweet wine. Such a lovely taste. Just for one night I would trade all my days. Gentle yet powerful let us only choose to live as life is the most precious gift. And quietly only once, a whispering thought comes close. Oh if I could keep him for all time. I can dream can't I. His eyes dance to our romance, dazzled by poetic lines. But all I can do is love this one time. Everything is as it should be. Life is as beautiful as it could ever be. And so he goes with a sweet good bye and I smile as I witness his spirit fly. I wish him pure and authentic bliss in all the lives to live. He holds his map, his beating heart leading him on a journey to drive with endless dreaming across the vast land of his very own freedom. So simple, so real, so sudden. How touch can be second best at times like these, admiring something more powerful. Something truly rare, spoken truth. We are in love with life and for this, we will never give it up. Let us be on our way. Love is in the air, everyday.

Wild Is The Wind

A mystery rises, only soft breathing takes place. Too long has it been than to feel not youthful, as we truly are. Designed as a fine figure, the structures portray the simplest of beings. Wild again. To be blindly naive again, encouraging the risk to act without hesitation completely, again. The highest peak of happiness builds, like a sugar castle on a chocolate hill. Sweet to our liking, devilish and only satisfying. Careless with emotion for the drive to be true, be you, has fought endlessly to exist like living proof. The soft gesture to stop words with two luscious layers of tissue come to play, pressing forcefully just enough to distract the beating heart. Tickling the intuition with temptation, tempting enough to live without regards. Suddenly, our world stops, everything with soul pauses and the creation of a rustic romance has evolved. All from the motion of a love filled taste, now floats in the air we breathe. We want it all, without a doubt we do. And it is ours to claim, within a daring grasp to seize what we dream of, what it is we crave.