oOo Bubbles the Gypsy Pirate oOo's blog: "My little words"

W a i t ing for the last day a day to end all days what to do with the t i c k i n g one more dance with the wind falling from the sky? Another kiss upon A child's button nose With such tenderness? Or a rainy day Curled in a bundle With hot drink? Or maybe wild ride Upon a bumping kayak In rushing white water? Wait not for the last Live for the first.

Every moment a beat closer Closer to falling The edge is near I feel it Light then dark Dark then light A shadowy tunnel Beckoning me down Or maybe up A funnel, twisting light Light is dark Dark is light Love in the dark Enlightened with love All that is known Must go tumbling Go to him, hold him Feel for a moment The embrace, staccato heartbeats Shall he be mine Shall I be his? Shall I walk away Stronger, but lonely Or stay, Dependent yet twined? Where do I lead Where shall I follow Rambled directions from my heart Tumbling onward to a home Elation cascades into my heart A voice tickling my ear Filled with unspoken delights Rapture envelopes me Strong arms grasping tight Deep into sleep protected Sleep, it is safe No more questions abound Silence, just the sensations Until awakened with a touch Will it be my own or... for now just sleep

In the fog, I found clarity Clinging to white chocolate mocha I found the answers to my universe. The misty robe, clad me As I walked through the wall Made of memories lost Dreams found Sorrows, laughter, all but forgotten. Could never guess Who hides behind the curtain of rain, Dancing with me in the crystalline tears. Who watches me... Will there be one to catch me breathless, spent? Oh, it's me again. Let me cushion your fall; I will be your pillow to rest with, As you rest, I paint your smile All new, ready for your next adventure. Leave me now, the need is gone. Clarity in the fog Breathe, it is gone Huddled in an empty cup...

The elusive dream of a touch, the memory of a hope of a kiss, the dance of a heart, spiraling. Up into the night sky, upon the notes of a song, the whisper of a wish. So close, to touch, to caress, then the embrace into nothing. Ghostly tears slipping to the ground to cushion my fall into reality, Don't mind the mess, renovation in progress. A little glue and the smile will be pieced together, crooked, but there, to curl up behind to shine upon the masses who need to feel the warmth.