Currency

The value isn’t in the object. It is in the human story attached to it. The worn chair, the chipped saucer, a silver fork, her oil painting, a skeleton key, a one-eyed bear, a favourite find, a worn photograph. The memory is tactile, visual, and fraught with emotion.

Love. This is the currency to value.

love is the currency

~ Ikea.com

Tillago 20 piece flatware

 

 

Charming

Charm me, darling

Perchance I forget

 

“Behind every song is an untold story,” he said.

With a gentle nudge

He whispered, “Come dance.”

 

The notes began from silence

And in the still, I fell

Drunk on him

 

Time signatures filled the room

Apollo cradled Calliope

As the music played on

 

Lyrics overtook me

Words slipped like honey from my tongue

I spoke

Of never-ending summers

Starry nights, we chased till dawn

Of sea shells and ocean waves

A siren’s lilting song

Candle lit moments

Before time left me wondering,

Is there any poetry left?

 

He pulled me closer

As the music played on

 

Music painted on silence

Gave wings to my soul

Strong magic

Lifted me from the ashes

 

He kissed my broken

Poured the poetry back in

As the music played on

 

~ Apollo and Calliope

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Queen

Forget gold.

Give her love

Fleet and fierce

Defend her heart

Pull the daggers from her back

Be a Storm Watcher

Give her shelter

Brush the snowflakes from her tangled hair

Speak words that matter

Honest and true

Have a heartbeat that quickens

at a fingertip’s touch

Give her love

She is worth your time.

~ Lyrics and Leather

 

A Secret

~ a quiet space

I’ll share a secret

There is magic in fairy tales

Cinderella, Merida, Belle and their sisters were not perfect in the beginning

They had to wander dark forests

Perfection does not make a story

It’s only a happy ending when you turn the last page.

~ Once Upon A Time