It's another warm summer afternoon, I'm sitting on the front porch enjoying the breeze that wafts by and cools my brow. I'm so relaxed, the sounds of summer fill my mind. Lawnmowers growl in the distance and scent the air with the lush aroma of newly cut grass. Children's laughter, the familiar buzz of cicadas, the sounds combine to lull me into tranquility...and daydreams.
I am awakened by your voice..."come with me" you beckon, "let's walk the shores together." "Who are you?" I ask. I feel your hand in mine and though no further words are spoken I follow. I don't see you, I "feel" you.
We are walking side by side along the shore the ocean breezes are gentle, still no words are spoken. My mind wonders who you are, my heart says to follow and I do. I have no fear as your mind conveys messages of endearment to my heart, silently saying the words I've longed to hear. We walk in utter peace and harmony. You stop and bend down to pick up a tiny little sea shell. You present it to me with a flourish and a grand sweeping bow as you place it in my hand. I laughingly accept the tiny token and place it in my pocket. I feel myself being drawn into your arms, your lips press softly against mine."I've needed you so" my heart is saying....
"Ms. P here's your mail, nothing but junk today" I'm startled to hear the familiar voice of the postman snapping me back from my reverie. "Oh. thanks Sam," I mutter, "Have a nice day."
The moment is gone as I'm drawn back to reality, the sounds of summer are louder, the heat oppressive as I rise to finish my chores.
Laundry is a must. I change into cooler clothing and head for the wash room. Adding the detergent, going through the motions, emptying pockets...I reach into the pocket of the shorts I was wearing today and find a tiny little sea shell...I am puzzled, it seems somehow familiar and yet? Holding it in my hand I don't want to let it go, it comforts me.
The day is over, the house is silent as I drift into a deep sleep. Once again I hear your voice calling me, "come with me" you beckon. "let's walk the shores together." I eagerly reach for your hand wanting once more to feel your touch..my heart says, "I need you."
The alarm clock rings, as I fumble to turn it off, on my nightstand I find the tiny little sea shell...and I smile.
"You've Won My Heart Darling"
I hear you speak the words I've longed to hear,
"you've won my heart darling"
My spirit soars in exquisite delight
and flies away with my treasure!
Phrases have been whispered, I love you exchanged
our wants and needs shouted from the rooftops
None are so dear to me than the gift you've so innocently given
when aloud you uttered and bestowed upon me
"you've won my heart darling"
My Playmate
The sound of your laughter is food for my spirit
We nourish each other with sheer delight
Merriment gleams in your eyes
I tenderly tease you, you playfully counter
Our happiness lifts us higher
Childlike sparkle merged with a glow of comfort
Sideways glances and soft smiles emerge victorious
Love need not be somber, my life's mate, my playmate
As we forever frolic in glorious unison
Written with love by Ralph & Laura
5/6/98
Unlocked Secrets
Unlocked secrets of hidden pleasure
You share with me your wealth of treasure
Fabulous moments found in your arms
You unlock the secrets of your charms
Tenderly you guide me with such delight
Awakening our passions in the night
Love's sweet words we have spoken
The vows we make will ne'er be broken
Tracings of love beneath our hands
Our needs arise our wants expand
We unlock the secrets behind the door
As together we are fulfilled once more
For our morning of 5/13/98
Wind Blown Sand
Wind blown sand sweeps across the landscape. We walk the gentle slopes hand in hand, kicking pebbles and laughing for no reason but the joy we feel in being together Ours is not a lush tropical paradise, nor grassy plain, nor even a wooded glade. Ours' is a place of wind blown sand. The desert beckons us time and again and we heed the call. The wind whispers our name and gives her blessing for our safe return. Ever changing yet timeless our place evolves into the magic of the ages. The cactus rose is our garden, forbidding yet fragile in its' beauty. The sun warms us and bathes us in magnificent splendor, we drink of the solar spirit as it nourishes our love. Wind blown sand is our oasis as the tiny grains caress our bodies, we pause to quench our thirst. This place of gently rolling dunes is ours, we protect her secrets as she jealously guards our love.
Circle Of Power
Through trials we face our mortal afflictions and turn within ourselves for solace.
Upon entering the deep inner place of our being we find we are not alone.
Harshness and struggle gives way to healing and serenity .
When dark thoughts creep across the centers of ourselves, the strength is there to drive away the clouds of turmoil. Alone we struggle and flounder but each of us is half and when joined we form a protective circle. Our love is a shield protecting each one unto the other against life's natural travails.We have strength in our love to meet the challenges and grow with each encounter.
You are half, I am your mirrored image, together we form love's perfect circle of power.
We hope you have enjoyed your stroll though our garden. We bid you joy, we bid you peace and most of all, we bid you love. Ralph & Laura
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