A Line

Paddling out into the middle of a lake in the morning, stopping and drifting is so endearing. Without a breeze and only a faint peek from the sun there is little movement and the mind wanders off .... voyaging here, there and everywhere. Carrying all that was and is... saddling up to all that could and might be.... capturing dreams and riding waves leading to unchartered destiny. During such times peacefulness and tranquility prevail... somehow all that seems important is lost and all that could not be felt, heard, smelled nor thought about trickles through the pores.... like the early morning mist hugging the ground... neither rising nor falling but swirling in long slow arc's from one place to the next .... languishing in time and place.

A desire rises....seeking to establish a line between two... like no other... unto itself here and now. Just sitting and looking into a lover's face, minute following minute following minute... catching the spirit lying deeper. Seeing dreams embedded in eyebrows, while little wrinkles share their previous happiness and sorrows of a traveller through many day's and nights. Imagining... if that smile is yesterday's... or if it tastes sweetness floating silently between us now. Eyelids which open widely, peering with innocence hiding quietly in the shade of the soul.... at times silently closing as if a dream was lost to some tenderness never delivered. Smooth cheeks touched by cool air speaking of presence, whose beauty and softness beckon a touch without words... while nose's smell scents causing minds to laugh at each other. Eyes engraved with timeless joy... saying "I am happy to be here with you"... as energy wistfully glides back and forth.

To simply see another is so so special. So very special.... like a line drawn...forever and always.