Once upon a time, my David, a married man, is enjoying a gathering with mind stimulating flock, discussing whatever under the sun in an artistic sacredness to what is, yet with a sense of humor to what is not. Engaged in every detail, his eyes twinkle while his velvet drink vibrates of spirits whispering stay. With the scented ambience going more intense yet as delicate as ever with its elegance, time getting closer to one after midnight, he makes artificial efforts to pull himself off the gathering for "it is time to go home".
During the ride back, a voice like a moonlight beam, ventures into his dark path and asks "... but what is home?". An undefined sadness tinged with despair seeps into the car to replace his shadow while the question is being replayed over and over. Opera on radio (loud applause) and the clouds seem stuck in traffic.
By the river, he unconsciously stops and shuts everything off ... to listen. What is home. A flowing breath. Open window. Shivering leaves. All that is nurturing the natural rhythm. Authentic Self expansion. He reclaims his ride with a decision.
During the ride back, a voice like a moonlight beam, ventures into his dark path and asks "... but what is home?". An undefined sadness tinged with despair seeps into the car to replace his shadow while the question is being replayed over and over. Opera on radio (loud applause) and the clouds seem stuck in traffic.
By the river, he unconsciously stops and shuts everything off ... to listen. What is home. A flowing breath. Open window. Shivering leaves. All that is nurturing the natural rhythm. Authentic Self expansion. He reclaims his ride with a decision.
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dedicated to my inspiration: David
with much love
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