Romantic Dreamer. Destiny & Fate Believer. Philosophic musing about love & sensuality. Dreamers are very welcome. Zen metaphysical existentialist Kisses.
J'ai fait beaucoup de choses dans ma vie et j'ai profité de tant de moments merveilleux. Rêve de jours qui étaient. Rêve de jours qui ne devaient jamais être.
There are two loves that matter.
First love is important but springs from random dreams.
Last love is vital. It is just as random but you can taste the sweetness of forever.
The sunshine on your shoulder. The snow on your tongue. The breeze through your hair.
Just whispers of everything that ever mattered and will matter again when you remember what you could never forget
They will not be waiting for you at the gates of a heaven but for one dance ( no matter how short or long ) they held you so very close. You owe them the respect of memory but you owe yourself the promises you made to the storm and the morning mist.
In a moment you understand that you can be one again - not with love of nature or the bells that toll in strange villages in white heart hills where a perfect basket is adorned with purple violent flowers bent beneath the gentle toes of a girl with garlands in her honey hair
I could stand by a cottage in the Lake District and see the ripple sky waters with ceaseless clouds and amber moon and it would be mine again to share with somebody or nobody or everybody.
You heard the boys who wanted you and you required to know them and have them touch you but all the while you knew that beyond that madness and that aching thigh grip raised hip passion there was another who wanted you even more. The soundtrack played on to new conclusions.
Riddles and clues from nighttime sheets of sugar mountain dreams where we surrendered our souls and discovered who we could be when we forgot who we were not in memory of who we knew within the eyes that stared at us with a wanton and unusual desire
And as everything changes you and I remain the same except we change to become the same.
We played Chess in a garden by a river and I looked at stones and thought of yesterday.
We touch the water of fountains and tell each other our treasures. So many treasures. A gown that leaves your shoulders bare - and protruding and kissable and I want you more than anything I have ever desired - the wind howls and the planets realign .
We lived together for countless moments and we shared the same stars, we melted to the same heat and we twisted our limbs forever intertwined like a cosmic ballet of approaching death and beautiful stroked cheeks that weep for all we have ever lost and all we will ever lose again