Simplicity

Laughter
And smiles.
Bright eyes.
Warm hands.
A quiet breeze.
Strawberry taste, 
And cool kisses.
Leaves Dancing.
Repeated melodie, 
In the treetops.
Whispered affirmation.
Long embrace.
Hands clasped.
Cool grass.
Silent breath.
Laughter
And smiles.
A picnic.

More Than Life

To feel and let go of oneself,
so freely as to leave the greed of living behind.

Can this great feat be accomplished?

Happily ever after is always a fantasy.
Because a happily ever after story ends.

Is it possible to make one's story last forever?

 Forever is a very long time.
This time is worth spending with only one.

Is there only one for me out there?

The chase is what's fun some say.
Whoever said that has never been caught.

What would it be like to be caught?

To be caught or do the catching is only a fantasy for most.
Those who find it, never dream of letting go.

Can one's love, love more than life?

Phay and Alexander

Theater sketch

Background: Alexander and Phay have been seeing each other in secret for a while. She is more sensible and careful not to be seen with him. He is completely smitten and tries to see her all the time. She is a maid in his fathers household.

(enter Phay SL. Alexander follows behind her. She doesn't notice. She walks through a "Door", takes of coat. sighs. Alexander crosses behind her.)

             Alexander
                  Phay-  (she spins around, completely startled. He places right hand fingers on her mouth and one hand on her shoulder/neck. She reacts by placing her hand on the one over her mouth.) Shh, my dear, I didn't mean to frighten you.

             Phay
                   Oh, no you... just startled me is all- what are you doing here?
     
             Alexander
                   What a way to welcome me, love. (still clutching her left hand)

             Phay
                   (she backs up, curtly curtsies) What can I help you with sir?

             Alexander
                   There's no need to be so formal.

             Phay
                    (looks down) I don't know what you're talking about.

             Alexander
                   Look at me princess. (she looks) (beat)

             Lady
                   (off) Annaphay!

              Phay
                    (averts her eyes) If I may be excused sir-(he starts to protest) I must to go.

              Alexander
                   Phay- (reaches over and places his US hand on her US arm)

              Phay 
                   Please, I have to leave. (she turns to leave. He runs in front of her and puts his hands on both of her arms.)

              Alexander
                   I have to see you again! (a bit forcefully)

              Phay
                   Alexander-

              Alexander
                  (more calmly) When may i see you again?

               Lady
                    (off) Annaphay!! (Phay flinches a little)

               Phay
                    (beat) Tomorrow night. I have kitchen duty tomorrow night. (she turns to leave. He grabs her hand, pulls her in and gives here a two second stage kiss. Both  pull away. He, still holding her hand, "gives it back" to her. She runs a few steps. Pauses. He's watching her. She turns to see if he is looking and quickly turns back and runs away.)

Random Spontaneous Love Poem

Like summer dew,
Or winter frost.
It's something found,
And never lost.

This memory lasts
Through all time,
It's something that
You can't define.

To find this treasure,
One must seek,
Through the years,
With patience meek.

At once it's found,
He won't let go.
Oh how his love
Will overflow.

O're clouds of sun,
And darkest night,
They'll never wane,
his wings of flight.

Through storms of rage,
And dreams so rare,
They'll always have
This kiss to share.

Flight of a Heavenly Albatross

To touch the edge of heaven. 
Be kissed by tender fingers of sun.
To soar at untold heights, and leave the world behind.
Looking across a new world of white is relaxing to the mind. 
With no air up here to breath, there's more space in here to think.
The world and the vastness of it all, is really very small.
Blue and white is all I need, up here so high, above the greed.
Glorious! Oh glorious is heaven's view with every morning, see the world anew!
Deep within the explorer's heart, is a land so simple it's made of art.
This is not something you can mold. For who would dare to be so bold?
I see mountains in the distance, but they're not mountains at all.
Not of this world, or any I recall. 
Up here among the angels, my mind becomes quite clear. 
No harm clouds my peacefulness.
Slowly evaporates my last drop of fear.
Smile! You are free my bird, sing loud for the earth to hear.
For she is your mother, your life she holds so dear. 
Sing softly tunes of life and love and let it echo across the land.
My dear one you are safe, within almighty's hand.