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
never understood the theory of everything yet I am smart enough to theorize my wine would be sweeter coming from your lips the stars more brilliant in the galaxy of your eyes no need to hypothesize don’t always comprehend what you are doing to me for I am a virgin in love since everything is so new today, I finally understood i wasn’t born until the moment i discovered you
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……
I give you my vulnerability the crescendo of my final breath my vagabond shadow so yours never has to walk alone take the beauty of my quixotic dreams the circus of my lunacy the heat of my voice to evaporate your tears for its you my love who has etched your words on my bones my goddess of poetry what to do my love to gain your attention to win your heart and affection perhaps, you will be mine if I give you all the love no one ever gave to me
“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.
This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress).