“Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
a vagabond in love
i am a dreamer a lonely beachcomber wearing poetry on my sleeve longing to accompany the morning sun through the windows of your most intimate dreams aching to explore the lines of your palm roam the curves of your ripped jeans and should our paths never meet i will always be a vagabond in love remembering your soul wandering every cherished memory
i will love you in the silence of your reflection in the echoes of your pain with the calm of the mountains with a passion bordering sound mind and insane for I have fallen like a sunset who blushes as he nears the horizon with feelings he can’t convey and should you never be mine i will remind you of the promise of tomorrow’s dawn as i love you anyway
sitting on this lonely beach i know you have never been mine yet i wonder if you are alone or nestled in someone else’s arms has he ever kissed your silences embraced the painful tears that fall like autumn leaves inside your soul does he fill your nights with light or inspire romance in your eyes will he make your darkness his own as he watches over you tonight, my love i long to be the moon
Photo taken by me on an evening tour of a lighthouse.
When I made my move to Florida, my precious friend Maria Elena of A Gypsy at Heart said the words “oceans apart, only a thought away.” The words were so inspiring, I asked her permission to use them in a poem.
Please, follow A Gypsy At Heart. She will introduce you to the people, sights, and scents of the wonderful places she visits giving every destination (Hamburg, Bangkok, Provence, and so many others) their own intriguing personality.
gazing at the vast waters between us one consolation keeps me breathing i can still think of you for it is our brief conversations that fill my bones with hope igniting a burning passion in my soul that no bottomless sea could ever douse tonight, like every other night my heart seeks solace oceans apart only a thought away
When I decided to build a tiny home, I asked myself what I needed. Tired of bouncing from friend’s home to friend’s home, from hotel to hotel. I needed 3 things; a place to write, sleep, and store my belongings.
Then, I added a fourth. it needed to be appealing to my future lady, the girl I haven’t met. I don’t expect any woman to quit her job or career, but I want her to be comfy knowing we have a little place to escape, not far from the beach.
So, I added touches for a woman’s comfort.
The windows are slightly tinted. Sunlight will enter but never overwhelm. The heavy drapes will prevent light from disturbing at night in case she is a light sleeper.
Of course a powerful A/C, celing fan, and generator for when the electricity goes out.
Finally, plenty of light (14 ceiling lights), in case she is a reader/writer/blogger.
And when she wants no lights, we can set the mood. (16 different colors)
Speaking of light, when she presses the red button of light on the bathroom mirror…
She has light.
Since we are talking bathrooms. I love rain showers, but just in case we are going out and she doesn’t want to wet her hair, there is a handheld rain shower.
Of course, a walk-in closet with shoe rack (but you already knew that). GO YANKEES.
A king sized bed (Beach Boy likes to frolic) with two USB night tables so she can charge her mobile devices by the bed. Bedroom set also included a matching dress/mirror.
Hopefully,the girl I haven’t met will feel comfy here.
I never cook when I am on the island. So kitchen and livingroom will be added on a future trip. More bedrooms? Depends on how many children she may have. We will decide that when the time comes.
Ladies, what have I missed?
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go……
“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”
“You can feel them?”
“They pass through me like light through a prism.”
Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart.
Angelo came to a sudden realization. “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”
Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.
“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”
Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love. Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.
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