INDIAN SUMMER OF BLUE SKIES & BUTTERFLIES

“If grief breaks your voice, get out of bed and love life

and soon you will find your voice again;

soon you will sing and dance;

bathe in bright sunshine after rain;

soon you will be free to find

another love that soothes your mind and eases pain

soon you will see butterflies and blue, blue skies

in October; an Indian Summer will jump start your heart again.” - AP

 

“A dream is what makes people love life even when it is painful.”

 

- Theodore Zeldin

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPHmUD0QfmM

LOVE LIFE – JOHN MAMANN

 

OF LIFE AND LOVE ...

 

I've been loving you too long

I look in the mirror and all I see is you

where did I go

at what point did I become you

lost inside our song

so engrossed in you

that I did not see myself disappear

fear strikes to the very heart of me

what if I never find my way back to me

the starting point is here

do not pass GO until it's clear

I hang my head

I hang up the 'phone

I cannot meet my eyes

without them reflecting you alone

deflecting all I can

procrastinating; looking at the fan

spinning; whirring;

sensations stirring

cool air calms me

the ringing clock alarms me

just a dream

or so it seems

some things are real

but what about the way I feel

makes me think I'm still asleep

I open sleep-filled eyes to peep

between long lashes

my heart thrashes

boom-boom

the room

spins upon it's axis

leaves me weakened; on my knees

I gasp

the words I form sound harsh

a rasp

I clear my throat

my mind is fogged

a misty haze

a handsome frog

not now a prince

a princely sum

was paid to hum

a pretty tune

too soon; too soon

it dissipates and spins me with the room

I land on duck down soft as silk

my skin so smooth and white as milk

pale roses flush my cheeks

the heart wants what it wants and so it seeks

to suffocate the mind

to traverse until it finds

the sweetest treasure; love so kind

and fills it's boots

tugs at it's roots

embeds itself in lies and sly half-truths

until it gets the answers that it needs

until it plants the love that let's it feed

and grows the same as any other flower

that nourishes and flourishes despite the showers

and blooms; assumes the moment felt like hours

to live a life within a magic bubble

is pleasant; pleases; contents soul and disallows the rubble

of real life to sink it's teeth and burst it until it is no more

I am content with this;

the imaginary kiss

the dream I would not miss

for all the world, yet now I hear a hiss

the viper that first whispered in Eve's ear

is tempting me with apples laced with fear

yet still I offer up this tasty fruit

for love that has no reason

the falling of the season

the windfalls that meets ground

before the wind's sweet whispered sound

temptation is the carrot dangling from a stick

the donkey does not know that the carrot makes him sick

so he follows it but never gets to eat

the fruit; the love; that real life lets fall within his easy reach

a dream within a dream

oh yes, that old chestnut; that probably hopeless idiotic stream

that drowns out all the common sense

that greens the grass lush over the splintered wooden fence

that tears into our flesh to climb and then in our defence

we say we did not notice the scratches or feel the pain intense

the goal was always just the same

in dream or in reality

to live a splendid life of love

to love; be loved and count the countless stars above

and all is right; the end does justify the means

we sit and gaze at stars; inhale the perfume of our dreams

sweetly scented;

mind demented;

the thing that we call love is sent

to prove our worth and justify what's meant

by life; the journey that we take

is it for others or just for our own sake

love is selfish; love is blind

but how it takes us; bends our minds

unconditional love of course

is the best love that there is

but few achieve or heed it's source

it stems from pure hearts; kind hearts

old souls that can stand the course

and few of us can know the secrets of true love

or what our purpose is;

or the meaning of our lives

but love will punctuate and mark

a series of dots; like Braille felt in the dark

to feel and not to think with conscious mind

to love and not to expect to be repaid in kind

love is …

life is …

fill in the spaces; meaning of the dots

and when you have please tell me what you've got

and I'll compare your notes and mine

see if they match; see if they're fine

perhaps we'll find the answers, but

if not, it matters not, you see

because life is love and love is life

and mankind need not be it's own enemy.

 

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