Dahlia Show

Tender Mercies

A constant, dim morning chatter fills the room
with familiarity, kindness and comfort.
A soft ray of light through the window
illuminates her beautiful gray highlights.

She was conscious of his presence
when He walked in unnoticed by anyone.
Was there a flicker of recognition?
He walks past her bed.

Not the young one! she protests in silence
her cries lost to the waves weaving around.
The young one is still smiling about something.
Perhaps he is lost in one of his dazzling dreams.

The disoriented one runs towards Him with open arms.
The other man resists, fights, tells Him angrily
"but many things left undone, left unsaid!".
And then there it was; the moment of acceptance.
The happiest of all was the bronze goddess
with a graceful smile. She takes His offered arm.

Holding each other they stand in the middle of the room.
He moves towards her corner
and she watches in wonder, fear and anticipation.
He walks over to her, runs his fingertips over her forehead
a feeling of immense affection breaks her heart
and she wakes up to the bright lights shining overhead.

Chihuly At Deyoung Museum

Mesmerized by the colors, shapes and stories.

Song Of Sorrow

When fiery shadows hang about in silence
with invisible eyes staring into my dreams
when draped butterflies feast on strange flowers
with iridiscent wings fluttering my reality
I reach into the depths and plunge into reminiscences.

Then my friend, stark naked
you arise from the ocean!
your skin twinkling with salt crystals
your hair dripping wet with moonlight
your eyes aglow with passions from a previous life
and your lips tasting of berries of the distant world.

Slowly, you start to move
around me, about me
beneath me, beyond me
within me, without me
and finally.. I cease to exist!

Final Dream

Fill your pockets with golden dust of the evening
along with shady sorrows of the new moon
and don't forget to bring your sweetest smiles.
Come forthwith; fly into my eyes securely.
Let us go then, you and I, towards a final dream.

Hello From Neverwhere

OK, I am sitting here contemplating what one might say when they write to a complete stranger. Of course, I can't come up with anything significant to begin the conversation and besides, this whole thing is starting to seem just too damn silly. I decide to write anyway, and I have no clue why. You see, the world is full of reasons and rationale and that doesn't seem to do us any good. So, why not give into our impulses once in a while and make life more interesting, eh?

Who am I? It plays as a theme throughout our lives, doesn't it? So can't answer that yet but just consider me a fellow sentient being on an eternal quest. For what? you may ask. I know not. Not yet, anyway and I suspect it will be that way for a long time to come.

Why you? Clearly no answer for this question.. your ideas seem to interest/amuse me? I don't know.. a comment once in a while, may be, if you have the time. An exchange of ideas? regarding life, the universe and existence? I know the answer is 42, we will just have to come up with the right question.