She whispered, ‘ So this is us. We’re star-crossed. The moment we met, I knew. Our collision was never by chance. It’s because of you, I fell in love with night. We are star stuff; what’s ours is ours. Magic exists; who can doubt it? Your eyes spoke. So this is us, ethereal, infinite.’
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Category: beautiful words
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Say it. Say you didn’t feel it. Then walk away because I can’t. How does one forget the only thing worth cherishing in this life? Some things- some things know nothing of endings. So say it or live the rest of your life in a lie. ~ excerpt from a scene
+ beautiful words, heart, life, love, writing
I opened the door You slipped in The cleanse of a flash summer storm In an over sized sweater Fresh laundry off the line The cut grass smell in air A memory of a street name I barely remember And You: the boy I loved.
+ beautiful words, dreams, heart, whimsey, writing
If you are in the dark I’ll shine a light If you swim in the ocean I’ll adore salt If you are the whiskey I’ll be the shot If you are in a tree I’ll be your birdsong ~promises
First to flower is, ‘Gertrude Jeckyll,’ the perfect English Rose. Shy, lowly, oh so lovely is this Cinderella of the rose garden. This royal is a bower Queen vigorously climbing the wall in search of light. Perfect scrolled buds unfurl into glowing, pink blooms that tower and droop. Crush a petal or linger. Inhale her quintessential Old Rose fragrance. Bewitched and bothered, you’ll fall … Read More
Runaway
Ours was an unbridled love Runaway A tale of lust and passion Blessed beneath a midnight sky and a dusty summer rain.
A View From A Window
dropping into another scene~ Roy’s arms reached for her and he whispered to no one. They existed in two worlds. A pane of glass separated him from his reality and Ella. A Sarah Vaughn song lulled his thoughts: ‘Lover Man.’ Meanwhile life went on. He knew this truth. The kids needed new shoes, Jacqueline nagged about a leaking tap, and the garage waited … Read More A View From A Window
+ beautiful words, dialogue, heart, love
and I don’t remember much about us. Not the season that we met. I hope it was spring. I thought I was just another girl on your list. Did you keep a list? You were kind. I don’t recall our kisses in the dark. I do. I still see your face. Dark eyes narrowed as if mining for lies. This is truth. You made me … Read More
You are a blessing. My sweet nothing. Rich as chocolate, one vanilla moment at a time. Memory Block: Sid Dickens https://www.siddickens.com Oil: Magdalene
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She Paints
~ Magdalene my beautiful mother
My mother paints. “The Beach”
my mother paints
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