Demand

A girl

who loves

magic

waits to feel

the

ineluctable

modality

of

the visible.

Headstone

How does it feel (how does it feel)?

When the moonlight shone
With the silver sown
Into a silent drone
A lucky touchstone....

To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Lucid dreaming

It's back in style.

I dreamt of Jostein Gaarder yesterday. It was the most interesting story. About a restaurant, where everything was based on Sophie's Verden and the Solitaire Mystery and each of us had to discover the truth about ourselves. Cryptic clues in the waitresses' words, subtle hints on the menu card. I loved every minute of it. My senses were alive.

And then,

I woke up.

Yesterday

Okay, so I had a moment. Of butterflies.
Okay, so I've had my share of slow dances with other men. For whatever it's worth though, if I had to pick someone sans the dance, it would be you.

But, not if you think I'm delirious, if you know what I mean.

Anti oxidants

Yesterday I made the yummiest blueberry compote. I am fairly convinced I can give some chefs a bun for their honey. All I need to do is lose some risk aversion and La will be born.

La, a song on everyone's lips
La, a name on their fingertips
La, a note that followed so
More and more and more and more
La, for every girl
For every shiny curl
Of soft hair, of a happy mouth
Of a friendly face that's headed south
La with coziness that stays
La my favourite place
La with dusty books and
Sparkling plates.......
And blueberry compote.

* SNAP!*

Dreams, dreams, dreams.

Whose Life

Wine, whine, vine. Pine and Opine. Fine dine and fall in line. Shine, twine, define.

Divine.... mine.