Simple Seductive Melodies

"Time, often it’s so strange.  Maybe if it’s plated in gold, you’d like it more.  When the seas and the oceans pull, feels like we were miles apart.  And all these sunny days that we sleep inside, destiny is calling us home."

                 -  Jason Glick, "Hey Now"

A Sweet Carousel

Sometimes words muffle what the soul wants to say. Haunting secrets and stories that must softly uttered. One cold frozen word at a time. Like sand that seems to sift through my fingers, unable to grasp the tiny amber-hued specks. Bright lights flashing and spinning. Endless spinning. Hot red blood rushes into my head and I try to hold on. Round and round I go, faster and faster. But when the ride is over, all that I want to say is lost. All that lay in my hands are raw jagged pieces unable to fit together. Footsteps retreat, fainter with each step, and my soul closes the door.

Show Me the Roses

Follow me and I'll show you where the roses lie. A secret place, a treasure hidden beneath worthless scraps, that only I know of. The pungent aroma, so heady, so sweet, so succulent. We can share secrets under the big oak tree as the clouds wave at us ever so slightly from above. You can hold my hand and I yours. Trace every line of our palms, read between every crack and crevice. The birds may cry out for us but we know we are safe. Safe. Safe among the bloody red roses in our secret garden.