Dreams To Reality

I wonder if true love, real love is found in the softness of a deep friendship?  A growing kind of thing watered by morning coffee and late night conversation's courtship.  

Maybe that's why so many sonnets of old include the softness of nature in their prose.  Bringing to mind the soft petals of a flower, or reflecting on love made while listening to a soft rain shower.

The softness of a true love's touch, when your not feeling well or down on your luck.  Deep love, soft in it's brushing touch across your back, reminding it's intended, I am here, my attention you will never lack.

If love is truly soft, the reality of our lovers thorns will hurt us some days.  If love is hard and built on illusions of perfection, their thorns will easily turn many away.  These Illusions of perfection built only in our minds, will always fold into reality with life's passing time. 

Even red flags blow softly in the wind, some too big to overcome for true love to win.  But, some when combined with yellow, green and white bring balance to our days and soft love to our nights.

We are all bruised, broken and beautiful needing love's soft petal touch, holding  tight to reality so it's easier to endure the thorns on the one we love so much. 

Disappointment has killed many real life stories, when it's first chapter could only be found in movies with a happy ending glory. 

So what do we do with these perfect illusions we build in our minds?  How do we face the reality of our disappointments  that will surely come in time?  Maybe love grown softly surrounded by grace, is a thousand times better than fast love easily discarded by a single red flag ending the race.

How many souls throughout time have started off a line in a poem, a song or a letter with "I have loved you with an everlasting love."  It seems silly to those who have never deeply loved but for those who have; the word "everlasting" resonates inside their soul because it's the only one that fits.

That word means I could live without you, but I don't want to.  I will be okay without you, but I don't want to be.  Yes, I'll be fine without you by my side, but that space when I am walking, sitting or talking at a party will seem empty without you in it.

It is a forever word that says, even if I can't have you, I will always love you "everlasting" in whatever way God allows.  Together, apart, close by, far away, in dreams, in memories, but most particularly in quiet moments when my mind is free to roam.

Only those with an "everlasting" love understand why, even when surrounded by friends and loved ones, there is someone you quietly think about in the back of your mind, always.  Because everlasting, is the same word as "always" no matter what.

The dream for most is the reality of your "everlasting"  in that space next to you when you walk, sit and talk at parties.  When surrounded by loved ones your "everlasting" is not just in the back of your mind, but by your side.  

If your love ebbs and flows like a river, the degree going up and down, turning left and right when you don't get what you want, when you want it, then "everlasting" has not been found.  True "everlasting" is an anchor "always" holding our boats in place when the waves come and wind's blow.

Dear Reader, ask yourself "is this love" before you claim the word as your own,  or an illusion of perfection with expectations to topple and  dethrone?  Is it flash in the pan desire lingering for only a while, once satisfied it will leave your heart for the latest and greatest next style?  

Time, friendship and yes, a good bit of desire, are the best fuels to light "everlasting's" forever fire.  Oh to be blessed....to breathe out the word "everlasting" with someone in mind.  Knowing there is someone breathing it in the same time.

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God always had a reason for whatever words He sent Sara's way, thinking about the prayer she wrote in a cabin not too far away.  Now it seems her prayers were only needed for a season, a beautiful prayer walk through fall leaves now ending with warm summer breezes.

She wondered when it would be time to put a once in a lifetime miracle away, a memory prayer to cherished NOT to be forgotten in a few days.  This was certainly not an everyday event, the vast ocean couldn't stop  the words and music she believed were heaven sent.

Surprised to see the blood moon for a moment in a place it wasn't meant to be, she didn't have to wonder any longer, she believed.  All those days she was almost certain, her prayers were right, the wizard really was behind the circus curtain.  

Relieved, happy and sad at the same time, their photographs carefully placed again and again defined reality's do not cross double lines.  Please "don't ask me to  pass go" was the recurring theme, on that she always agreed for now it was only in meant for dreams.

When you felt like a fool, thinking you had gone crazy and lost your "pea picking", "corn shucking"  mind; a relief to know Sara hadn't ......well I don't have anything yet that rhymes...

(yet)  

(but do I really need to add more?  shut the door?  slowly, prayerfully, obediently only look to God for more? 

(words) (heard)?

next rhyme?  For next time?

Do I reference a sailing ship?  no, this poet has written enough of that?  no more moping sitting around and getting fat? 

Sara had sailed back to the old port.....  

Sara had ridden back to the same old place, never to be pinned up again she lived in an open space.

Sara would always be a lifelong friend, always available if they ever needed her again.   Well, Always, unforgettable and Everlasting?  

Fall came with all it's Smokey Mountain beauty; but not how I thought it would.  I feel so silly regarding how I misunderstood...but will be okay.  No one died, no one lied, but it dang sure brought a smile to my heart and eyes.  

If a picture can say a thousand words, then the one...and then another and then more....did the trick.  True friends want what makes their friends the happiest in the end.  Wishing and praying the best "always" for them once again.  

So here comes the fall with glorious colors and it's chilly winds.  A favored time of many to make new beginnings and sometimes something old, "new again" . 

As strange as it may be, they will always be seen as a kind friend to me.  And friends, well they want the best for each other as they go along the way, even if you no longer check in every single day.  If you ever need me.... well you know the rest.  :)

Well, once again, I changed my mind.  I am not ready... so I won't be sharing my words with other poets anytime.  They are precious to me  and represent my heart, besides, I haven't had the chance, yet, to make my fresh start.

Almost like a child are the words that strangely come from inside of me.  I am amazed at how my heart uses my pen to set them free.  Dad, are you the one sending them my way?  When you left us did you still have things you wanted to say?

When they look at my words about love I placed on my page, will they doubt I  know anything due to the betrayals that came my way.  If they only knew, but they never will, of the ones who deeply loved me and have a small piece of my heart...still.

I wasn't ready when others began using my photos of things I love.  What about my words..... what if they are not loved?  Am I ready and strong enough not to care, when critics bring doubts about what I choose to share?

 You never know where a first kiss will lead, a short term dance, forever there romance or ending that made your heart bleed.   If the kiss is blessed and it leads to something more, your heart beating together next to theirs, like never before.

So the dance of hearts begins but what if you both have different ideas of where "potential" or "maybe" could lead?  What if you knew finish lines would never line up together unless someone chose to concede.   Is that fair?  Is it wrong?  I don't know....there isn't a song for that.

It takes time to understand and trust a soul other than your own, but "if" you do  is it true a ring you will never "own"?  For some, a ring represents the "everlasting" anchor for the world to see.  While others will never need a band to believe their love will always be. 

Neither way of two hearts spending the rest of their lives together is wrong, just like music we all  have different view of what's the best song. For some they couldn't chance their forever on a less secure  kind of thing.  Some are not strong enough to carry that weight in their soul.

But then.... there is that kiss.  An you just never know but you decided to find out.

Still not ready by a long shot…

Words when joined together with notes are a powerful force.  They give admiration, love, anger, jealousy, suspicion and negative words a voice.  Words hold power that can be used for the good or the bad, sadly the bad are not easily forgotten like a crazy fashion fad.

What do the songs we choose say about our mind, our soul and our heart?  Music, our chosen music, is the beat of our soul driving blood through our veins, giving our mind a backdrop for the story our heart is writing.  We pick music to soothe our hearts, help us drive angrily down the road, boost our egos, give us strength when needed with color and images only it can bring.

To honor music and the God who gave us the ability to write and play it, enjoy it, hear it, and love it, we must be careful with it’s gift.  Our hope for the writer, play list master and designer, is they are careful about the words they choose.  The good ones, the magical ones, the ones we sing to our self at night, are the ones that last forever.  

If cruel, sad, judgemental or accusing songs are played or chosen all the time, sadly they override the soft, kind, upbeat, loving, heartfelt and dancing ones we play at night in our minds.  Those lyrics.....those words, sometimes...well they cut like a knife.

When you think about the ones sung over and over again for years, do they bring hope, or do they bring tears?  Of course some bring sadness because that is real life, but which ones do we choose so we can smile for a moment in the middle of our strife?

Forgiveness coupled with longing and heartache, well, there was enough for everyone to share, holding the line when love isn't on time and you deeply care. It's funny how smiles are all around, wounds healing slowly would be "almost" invisible and no longer found.