SAILING TOWARDS TEA AND SYMPHONY

“That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.”

 

- John Berger

 

To my fellow crystal and the jewel in our crown … my Sister and my dearest Friend … my fellow Nikonians … who remind me to always face the sun and let the shadows fall behind me and to my wonderful friend who even on the bluest of my days, brings the warmth of the Summer sun into my heart … to my Family <3 Special dedication to my sister's and my new friend who restores my faith in human nature with his kindness and understanding. All aboard for a fantastic voyage … ; 0))

 

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lyve_egY8o

THESE ARE THE DAYS – VAN MORRISON

 

 

The fragility of roses, aconites and poppies too

the fragrance so delicate as memories of you

the perfume wafts through the warm Summer air

and settles in the palm of my hand

another gentle breeze and it is on it's way

maybe to the Pacific, who knows; who can say

to the waters as blue as a Himalayan poppy

to the land where tranquil emerald waterfalls flow

I listen to the silent notes

that exist between your hearts and mine

to the melody that runs through me;

to the tunes that I know

those precious echoes through time and space

no distance can dim their warm and gentle beat

or eradicate the sweet aroma you leave behind

that fills my nostrils with it's heady scent

I crush the petals beneath my bare feet

those velvet-coated ones that fell down

they will return to the soft furrows of this earth

enriching it and waiting for another such precious moment in time

when the seasons change and a chill may be felt

still my memories will keep me warm and icy days will gently melt

and pictures in the log fire will incite my imagination

making vivid all those good times that we had

and all those moments we've still yet to come

Our journey takes us far and wide

the boat docks at many a distant shore

where friends we loved became our Family

and deeper than a blood-tie we are bound together

sailing to the warm Pacific

to the Eastern land of all our dreams

where we will take cups of tea on camomile lawns

where a little rabbit plays happily with many cats

the sharp edges of reality once keenly felt

now softened by the fresh painted sweeps of an apricot dawn

and walk along the shores of a tranquil turquoise sea

with honey-combed rocks and distant mountain peaks

sweet cakes of all kinds and endless cups of tea

where all dreams come true and we no longer need seek

I will sing to you sweet lullabies that will lull you to sleep

and when you awake in the morning

the flowers will smell as sweet as all of our memories

and keepsakes will be tied with silk and velvet ribbons

sprinkled with rose water and wrapped within faded pages of lemon

and brought out when spirits need reviving

so that always when you sip your sweet cups of tea

you will keep me safe in your hearts my friends … my Family

and I will keep you in mine for all of eternity.

 

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