Metamorphose

METAMORPHOSE

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The room, the sun and the sky
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It’s the look in the eye which you catch and moments later the small rise of a smile from the crevasse of the lips. It’s the music which plays in your head and the people around that remain out of focus.

Does time stop or does your heart?

You both look away as you realize you are now staring and the eyes are drawn back to each other, the smiles increase. Wiping dew from one palm which has suddenly formed as you glance to the floor smiling and once again refocus. Your friends around you become uninteresting and inaudible.

Is it lightning that has just struck or the four leaf clover you picked up as a child?

The moment cannot be lost, the distance traveled looks to be a mile and hopefully without a hurdle to trip you up. The cotton in your mouth is quickly washed away and you suddenly realize that you are now standing in front of each other. Slight nods of acknowledgment to each other as you sway together with the music which works its hopeful infinite pattern.

Do we need words to destroy this instance or remain lost with each other for a little longer?

The attraction is no more of a measure as the realization of something else is now even more powerful between you both. A hand reaches up to touch your elbow followed by a broadening of lips. Connection with skin on skin has made you both inseparable. Equally shackled in your own conscious time with each other.

Is this the moment you’ve been waiting all your life or are we dreaming?

LS at 3/12/2008 02:23:00 AM

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