Thoughts To Ponder,
Breath of Rapture by Chelse Elliot
I wept for the love of
you.
At the moment you penetrated my soul
my heart shattered into a
billion grains of joy.
Encircled in your arms our bodies and spirits
connected.
I felt you lift me from the realm of earthly
consciousness,
and we soared on the rarefied breath of rapture. With
kisses,
you licked the salty tears from my face,
swallowing the flood of
my surrendering soul,
holding it inside your heart,
knowing it is a gift
that you cannot take from me,
but reverently share with me.
Waves crash
over our heads,
I cling to you, trusting you will not let me drown.
In
this glorious ocean of rapture,
our bodies tumble with the fierce and gentle
whims of the tide,
washed with saltwater and sand,
our love consolidates
into a shining stone.
My heart fills with unbearable gladness
to know
pure love that flows and grows with each moment.
Contentedly buoyed in your
arms... I float into sleep
Always take time to smell the rose.
Life is very short.
Do the things
that make you happy
before it is too late.
For a short time the rose is
beautiful.
How quickly the petals fall.
Life is like
that.
Comes the DAWN
After a while you learn
the subtle difference
between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love does
not mean security
and you learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents
aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head
up and your eyes open
with the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a
child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because
tomorrow's ground is now uncertain -
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you
get too much.
So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own
soul,
instead of waiting
for someone else to bring you flowers.
And
you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
that you
really do have worth
and you learn and learn.
With every good bye you
learn...
Comes the Dawn.
Author: Unknown
I was a
flower.
And you picked me, And you took me home
And you set me on your
mantle.
Perfect you say? Yes, I was perfect.
I was young and I was
beautiful.
Look at me! I'm dying on your mantle.
Not young. Not
beautiful.
And no, not perfect.
Growing wild and free, I was a
flower.
And you picked me. Why?
My comment:
And I was so
insecure that I stupidly let you Pick Me
and now I am paying an awful price
for it!!
It's a
game. You move, I move, You move, I move.
Occasionally the moves are
easy.
Usually, they're hard.
Sometimes I just want to
fold up the
board and put it away.
Stop the merry-go-round - - -
I wanna get off.
It's rather ironic, really.
As soon as I put away my game,
Someone
else pulls out their's.
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