Thursday, December 27, 2012

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