Words. Passing Thoughts
Graffnoir
Just a few lines......i wanted to see.....the darkness came over me.
I wanted to learn....the mist rolled over and fogged my thoughts.
I wanted to touch....the coldness pushed me away.
I wanted to Love.....And now that, i can not see.
So i wanted to see
Sorry for this but i have a few things on my mind and i need to set
them free.
The trees moved.....we all saw them. They moved from this way to that
and never really stopping to see the people. We sat under the shade
and talked....but no words were said. We touched our hearts but no
beat was found. We reached the moon and stood looking at earth in
silence on opposite sides as we turned round. We both felt the ground
as our thoughts touched the earth so far from touch but the earth was
with us the whole time and we are again at one being two.
The sea first washed it ashore....the dark brown bottle...still with
the feint scent of old wine and past memories of lazy days in the park
and rambling voices of lives to be lived. The sea washed the bottle
and brought the words to all whom could read them. The sea......many
moments passing and moving and for all its journey a single message
was said. A child on the shore line saw this memory to the past and
walked towards it and with a hand out stretched went to pick the past
up in his young and inquiring grasp. " Leave it son ".......the reply
was filled with unease and thoughts so quiet yet so sad. The boy did
what he was told and left...running to catch his father. The boy
slipped his hand into his dads and looked up and smiled. The ages of
sadness faded away from the mans face and he smiled in return. The
bottle laid there. The sand coating one third of the bottle and the
air covering it in a warm blanket of Love. The next seeker came. He
panted and ran down the beach with no cares in the world. she stopped
and went to bite the bottle and return to her friend but the friend
said " Leave it sweetie " and thus the bottle did not move. A lonely
man with long hair and a beard walked along the beach in thoughtful
reflection. He stopped and looked out to sea and saw the waves
embracing the world. The fresh sea air filled his body and blew the
hair away from his eyes and he could see the dawn. He sat down on the
sand and waited. He waited for what seemed like a life time as the
ages passed before him and as he thought about his life the bottle
rolled towards him in a slow deliberate roll and came to rest with in
reach. The man looked for a while and then picked up the bottle. The
cork seemed to have been in there for many years and the label which
may have been on the bottle had long since washed away with the tides.
Still holding the bottle he stood and passed the bottle to his left
hand as he reached inside his pocket and brought out a pocket pen
knife. Opening one of the blades he dug the cork out and peered
inside. Deep inside the glass was a small slip of paper and he
pondered this for a while. With a delicate touch he tipped the bottle
over and took the paper from with in. The paper was scrolled and
folded with care but the paper felt so old. With gentle grace he
opened the paper to see per chance if there was a message written. The
words rested on the scrap of paper like a single thought from many
mouths and the man smiled gently through his beard. He sat back down
on the sand and placed the paper back into the bottle. He reached into
his left pocket and took out a note book and a pen and started to
write. The words were of nature and a simple time of belonging to the
world, The passage of time for all and the Love never forgotten. A
single tear dropped onto the paper as he folded it and returned the
heavenly message safely sealed with the cork to the bottle. The sun
barely illuminated the sand and the shadows it played were calming.
The man walked to the ocean and when he was up to his waste he laid
the bottle calmly onto the waves. The bottle moved up and down on the
crest as it journeyed to its final destination. The man did not turn
to shore but stood in the waves for a little while longer before
walking into the deep and fading into the earth once more.
On The Sea Of Infinite Tranquility
Sail On
Graffnoir
MrUK4U
I think, anybody can have an idea of something to go and write about.
But, it's NOT just anybody who has the actual ability to, effectively, put
those thoughts down into words...that will, also, be virtually GUARANTEED to
entrance another readers atttention.
But, baby, you got it for sure!
GOOD LUCK
Bye4now!/BEST wishes, always!/-Paul(UK/London)
PS: Have a NICE day!
;-)
Graffnoir
On 14 Apr 2004 12:03:09 GMT, mru...@aol.com (MrUK4U) wrote:
>Bravo!/;-)/...Encore...encore...!!!
Thank you Friend (((Paul))) :).
>I think, anybody can have an idea of something to go and write about.
I believe this to be true also :).
>But, it's NOT just anybody who has the actual ability to, effectively, put
>those thoughts down into words...that will, also, be virtually GUARANTEED to
>entrance another readers atttention.
And you know someone that can do this ?....Cool ( My poor attempt at
humour :). Thank you (((Paul))) ).
>But, baby, you got it for sure!
Thank you for your kind words (((Paul))) :).
>GOOD LUCK
>
>Bye4now!/BEST wishes, always!/-Paul(UK/London)
>
>PS: Have a NICE day!
>;-)
(((Mellow Gentle Squishes))) to you and all whom you Love :)