May 7, 2011

  • That first kiss, do you remember?

    I do. That first touch, the first moment I held your chin and looked into your eyes.

    I wonder what it would be like if I had a true picture of each beginning, of each of those beautiful moments when all I could see were the wonder of what was possible.

    The quiver of her flesh as my fingers discovered the truth that she had hidden so well, the sigh that followed when I accepted what was missing without question.

    There was that lazy afternoon, lounging in the balcony, my heart racing as my first kiss happened.

    That frantic, almost harrowing feeling, as I led you into the field that warm May afternoon, when I discovered more about myself than I'd ever dared dream of.

    The calm that settled in my heart as I looked up and saw your face for the first time.

    The tear filled moment when I held my first born in my hands.

    The sweet memory of a sparrow revealing secrets, and beauty.

    Dancing in the dark, exploring, loving.

     

     

    So many memories.

    So many times when I took chances I wouldn't have dreamed of taking.

    So many things that prove that I am far more than what you see.

     

     

     

    I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. ~ Confucius
    No matter what we might think, it isn't until we act, until life forces us to face what we wished to avoid, that we find out you we really are. It isn't until we "know" we can't be seen, that our true hearts are shown. It isn't until we face the hard questions that we find the true worth of our soul.