This will probably be my last post on both my WordPress sites; due to personal circumstances I can’t see myself sharing my life’s journey anymore in the foreseeable future. The world is changing before our eyes every day; we adapt and put our faith in the hopes and hearts of mankind to make our world a better place, a world of love, compassion and mutual harmony. These tenets are what inspire us to forge ahead in our lives, to live every day to the best of our ability. Sadly it happens when affairs of the heart are torn apart, our very existence becomes a monumental obstacle, one that is insurmountable and inconsolable, such is my every waking moment, I won’t go into details suffice to say that many years back I wrote a story, maybe I was given a glimpse into the future or had a prophetic vision of a moment in time, that story has come back to me in real time, very real time in a matter of weeks, I live one day at a time now. I thank all those who have followed my stories over the years, particularly those from the ancient My Space days; I thank you all sincerely and send you the kindest wishes in life.

I leave you with my story that became reality in a very fast time, I have turned off comments as I can’t comprehend the depths of grief, please understand and forgive me, I will leave my sites open for those who want to visit.

My Kindest regards to all

Ian Felton aka Aussie Emu

GEORGE was awakened – as he had for the last 20 years – by the morning sun spreading her warming rays through the partially-opened curtains on his window.

His morning routine never varied either, shaving and dressing part of a routine he had learnt from his Army days, so long ago now, with the memories re-surfacing only when he allowed his memory to wander back to the nightmares of Flanders and Poziers.

George shuffled down the corridor of the old nursing home he had come to call home, and as usual knocked on the door of number 23. A thin weak voice asked him to enter.

Marge was sitting at her dressing table, brushing her long hair…hair that used to glow golden in the sunlight but which now had turned to white. Marge had been a resident longer than George, but nursing staff had noticed they developed a mutual friendship. They shared each other’s company, enjoying long walks together, and were always playing cards or listening to George’s old phonograph records.

As Marge put the finishing touches to her hair, George reminded her it was time for breakfast, and offered his arm as they shuffled down the corridor to the dining room. They were always the last to arrive, and the last to leave, sitting at the table they had shared for many years. Other residents respected the fact that it was ‘their’ table, and no-one else ever sat there.

The breakfast conversation always the same…the weather, the change in seasons, especially Spring, with the emergence of the daffodils and marigolds in all their rich new colours.

George had replayed this conversation for 20 years now, and never tired of watching the shine in Marge’s eyes as she recalled every piece of the awakening of each season. He loved to see the shine in her eyes as she recalled forgotten days from her childhood.

Breakfast over; they were, as usual, ushered from the dining room to allow staff to prepare for the day’s dining regime.

They wandered out into the garden for their daily walk. Marge loved this time of the day. The sun gave her warmth, and brought out the girlish colours on her parched and ageing skin. She allowed George the privilege of holding her arm as they strolled down to the big old Maple tree, the one with the old bench that they had sat on for over 20. George remembered it well, but for Marge, it was a a bench she sat on for the first time each day.

Marge’s face lit up as George told her all about his life, and details of a grown-up family. She asked questions about his children, and how many grandchildren he had. With infinite patience and understanding, and with a far-away look in glistening eyes, he told her about two sons and a daughter, and give details about a granddaughter and two grandsons. Marge would sigh wistfully and tell George how much she enjoys hearing about his family.

He asked Marge to tell him all about her family, but she flatly refused.

George recalled their very first conversation, on that bench under the old Maple tree, when Marge confided that she had a medical condition, and couldn’t remember any of her past life…that’s why she loved hearing all about George’s life, and his family.

The morning slipped away as the two old friends shared company and friendship, until Marge asked George if he would mind helping her back to her room. She was tired, and wanted to have a small nap. George helped her to her feet, and gently escorted her back to her room. But they would, Marge insisted, have their usual afternoon card game, and listen to George’s old phonograph.

George ambled down the corridor towards his room, also with the intention of a morning nap, when he spotted Marge’s medico, Doctor Graham. As they stopped for a brief chat, George asked how Marge’s tests were progressing. Doctor Graham knew the relationship between the old couple, and had no hesitation in telling George the truth.

“As you know,” he said quietly and deliberately, “Marge has a medical condition whereby she cannot recall her past. We have done every test medically possible, but can’t explain her condition. What we find perplexing is that every few years, Marge comes out of this condition and can recall all of her past, every bit of it, in great detail, but these instances only last for about half an hour before Marge fades back into a world that is a complete mystery to the medical profession.

“I’m sorry George…that’s the way it will always be…but you are a great comfort to Marge, and in her world I am sure she knows and feels the love and comfort that you bring her.”

George retired to his room, but sleep was as elusive as a butterfly. He pondered the ways of the world and the many vagaries of life, and wondered how, in old age, these earthly emotions of love and memories take on such huge proportions in an ageing mind.

As he drifted off to sleep, his last thoughts were about Marge’s emotions and feelings if she actually came face to face with her past.

George and Marge were in the habit of having their midday meal in their rooms, and late in the afternoon George would get his deck of cards and his old phonograph, make his way to Marge’s room.

Today they played cards quietly, enjoying each other’s company while listening to George’s favourite old dance records. As one record finished, Marge suddenly threw her cards onto the table.

“How come you never visit me like you always used to?” she asked.

George saw a look of complete comprehension in her eyes.

“You never tell me about the children, or how the grandchildren are doing,” a distressed Marge continued.

George sighed; “I visit you every day and tell you how the children are,” he replied softly. “Also, as you know, that shop of ours, we bought after I returned from France, takes up a lot of my hours.”

“Tell me about the children, and how the grandchildren are doing at school,” Marge asked.

George gently took Marge’s hand, and proceeded to tell her the full story of her illness, and went on to tell her all about her children…the same story he had been telling her for the past 20 years as they sat under the old maple tree. He passed her a faded picture of three beautiful children with their grandchildren, and the tears cascaded down her cheeks.

George told her about their sons. One was a doctor, the other a barrister. Both had boys at university…their daughter was married and had given them twin granddaughters.

Marge listened quietly, tears continuing to fall, and made sure her frail hands were clasped in his.

George gazed into Marge’s eyes and saw the overwhelming love that he was also feeling.

“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked.

As Marge got to her feet, George moved over to the old phonograph and selected a record that he recalled always bringing love to her eyes. As the music started, he took her in his arms, and wrapped in each other’s embrace, not saying a word, they did a slow waltz around the cold nursing room floor. They waltzed to their favourite song and the beautiful music of The Emperor’s Waltz.

The years fell way as the two lovers danced their way back through time, and many memories…days and nights of carefree love and laughter… the world was their oyster…and they were the pearl, a pearl of magical colours, combining to make two hearts as one.

Marge gazed into George’s eyes and told him of her undying love. “I have loved you since the day we met,” she said. “I know I have been sick, and that you are with me always. I feel you in my arms every day, and I will feel your love in my heart for eternity.

“This time George, I don’t think I will be returning. We are getting older…time has flown…but just remember that I will always love you.”

George was also crying as he held her close, whispering in her ear that he would always be by her side, and that their love would never die.

The record finished playing and, as old 78s do, went into a scratching mode.

Marge suddenly pushed George away, demanding to know what he thought he was doing…and asking why he was in her room.

George could see the vagueness in her eyes; “It’s OK Marge…I’m just helping you back to the card table,” he said tenderly.

“I don’t want to play cards anymore,” Marge said. “I’m tired…I just want to lie down.”

George helped her to the bed and made sure she was comfortable.

“And take that infernal scratching machine with you,” Marge said…”it’s giving me a headache.”

George asked if she wanted to play cards again the following day, and got a polite but brief nod before she asked him to leave.

George picked up his old phonograph, glanced back at the bed as he closed the door, and with tears in his eyes whispered words that only the angels could hear….”I love you Marge.”

Nights can be long and lonely in the nursing home where George and Marge lived.

As Dawn broke through the windows, heralding the start of another new day, the night nurses were logging off as the new shift began their first rounds of the rooms.

But Marge couldn’t be woken. She had finally left a world of dreams and memories that only she could understand. In her hand was a faded photograph of three young children.

The young nurse made her way back to the nurses’ station to report her finding to the sister on duty.

The sister told the nurse to advise George, as she knew that they were the best of friends.

George’s room, unusually, was in darkness. George had also found peace with the only love he had ever known.

His face was calm, with just the hint of a knowing smile on his lips.

The only sound in George’s room was the scratching of a record that had been playing on the old phonograph.

As the nurse turned off the player, she glanced at the title of the record that had been obviously playing all night. It was The Emperors Waltz

The young nurse wasn’t to know it was the waltz that was played on a wedding day many years before she was born…a waltz for two young hearts that had sworn eternal love, and who now waltzed among the stars, locked in each other’s arms – and hearts.

Many years later, as the old nursing home was being demolished to make way for a new sub-division, a work crew came across an ancient phonograph in the cupboard of a boarded-up storeroom. An old LP record was still on the turntable.

A worker brushed away the dust and cobwebs, turned the phonograph on, and he and his mates listened silently, wondering at the story behind the beautiful music of the Emperors waltz.

In My Dreams

Behind The Loneliness

Of My Heart

I See You

In A Purple Haze

So Vivid And Deep

You Come To Me

Within My Sleep

I Feel Your Presence

You Are So Near

And Yet So Far

And In My Sleep

You Do Appear

Oh Such An Angel

To Behold

In A Purple Haze

And Yet So Clear

You Play With Me

And Steal My Heart

You Leave Me

And Yet

You Leave Me All Alone

I Love You

And Some Where

In The Night So Dark

And There Upon

My Very Heart

My Spirit Lover

You Came To Me

And Left Your Mark

You Left A Purple Mark

Of Love Upon My Soul

The Words Of Love

Engraved

Upon My Heart

Between The Ebbs And Flows

Of Oceans Eternal Tides

In The Blinking

Of The Moonbeams Smile

I Waited Upon The Shores

For My Dream To Rise

From Beneath

The Oceans Waves

From Her Briny Home

In The Depths

Of Her Waters

Running Deep

In The Moonlight

I Sat Upon The Shore 

And Fell Into A Reverie

Of My Mermaids Love

A Night Like This

So Long Ago

I Sat Beneath The Stars

That Sparkled Like Diamonds

Glistening On Oceans Waves

And A Moon That Illuminated

The Salty Crests

Breaking Upon The Shores

As If In A Rush

To Deliver You

Into My Waiting Heart

I Saw You From Afar

Dancing Upon The Waves

Your Song Entrancing

To My Soul

As Your Laughter

Carried Across The Waves

And Broke Upon My Ears

In A Lovers Tease

Your Long Golden Hair

Billowed And Glistened

As You Came Closer

To My Heart

Upon The Shore

Your Closeness

Captivated My Soul

In The Fantasy Of Love

Burning Upon My Mind

I Saw You Rise

And Float Towards Me

With Feet

Of Such Exquisite Form

Your Smile As Golden

As Your Long Beautiful Hair

And Angelic

As The Sparkle In Your Eyes

My Heart Was Beating Fast

As You Gently

Took Me In Your Arms

In Silence

And With Loves Desires

Raging

Within Our Hearts

We Lowered To The Sands

Of Time

Your Kiss So Tender

Entrancing

My Mind In Euphoria

Of Loves Emotions

I Entered

The Deepest Caverns

Of Your Soul

And Tasted

The Salty Existence

Of My Mermaids Being

In The Final Act

Of Loves Fullfilment

The Frothy Waves

Of My Mermaids

Secret Grotto

Broke Upon My Soul

As Dawn Broke

Across Your Waters

Running Deep

I Saw You Swim

Beneath The Waves

Your Final Golden Smile

Engraved On My Heart

As My Mermaid Of Dreams

Dived

In A Final Flash

Of Sparkling Waters

Returning To Her Briny Home

From Oceans Deep

Carrying My Heart

Within Her Soul

Again

Under The Twinkling Stars

In Moon Beams Rays

I Await My Mermaid

Of Love

My Zest For Life Is So Profound

It Has No Breadth

It Has No Bound

Suns First Rays

Stirs Sleepless Reverie

Mind Forever Bouncing

From Dreams To Hopes

And Unfulfilled Desires

A Mind Bathed

In Dreams Delight

To Play In A Fairyland World

Of Love

A Fairyland World

Of Make Believe

To Fantasize And Dream

Within The Worlds

Where Young Hearts Of Love

Are Still Alive

The Mind Is Free To Roam

Between That Which Crosses

All Time And Spaces

A World Which Forms

The Finest Link

Between A Fantasy

And A Secret Love

And Into This My World

Is A Field Of Lavender

A Lovers Bed

Alone I Lay

With Dreams Of You

Teasing My Mind

Sunbeams Rays

So Warm And Bright

Upon My Brow

In A Lovers Trance

Alone I Lay

In A Field Of Lavender

A Lovers Bed

Yet I Now Have You

Your Presence By My Side

You Cannot Run

Your Love

You Cannot Hide

Once Again

I Hold Your Hand

And Run My Fingers

Through Your Hair

Your Every Tress

I Gently Caress

I Feel Your Breasts

Upon My Chest

And Gaze With Love

Into Your Eyes

As One We Feel

The Beating Of Our Heart

Our Passions Stir

Lips In Wild Torment

Frantically Seek

The Kiss Of Love

From Passions Deep

I Must Feel Your Kiss

Upon My Lips

Upon My Back

And Know Your Love

Within My Heart

Your Love

Nay Not False

Your Love

Nay Not Feigned

I Need Your Love

To Course My Veins

And Now

With Heated Breath

Of Lovers Haste

I Seek That Love

Sunbeams Rays

Inflame Desires

Hold Me Close

Unto Your Heart

Allay My Fears

And Still My Woes

Take My Hand

And Hold My Heart

Open My Eyes

To A Golden Future

A Future Of Hopes

And Dreams

For Two

Love Me

As Once Before

Your Love Was Vowed

For Evermore

If You Can See A Falling Star

Within Your Eyes

Then Through Your Heart

You Will Feel My Love

Then My Princess

Of My Dreams

You Will Know

You Have Touched The Heart

Of The One Who Loves

I Follow My Dreams

And Spread My Wings

I Soar The Skies

And Float In Clouds Of Love

And With The Taste

Of My Lovers Lips

I Feel Your Arms Enfold

My Heart Enfolded

My Love Belongs To You

Two Hearts Of Love

A Thrill Of Shivers

Through My Being

You Love Me Unconditionally

I Have Been Blessed

A Blessing From The Gods Of Love

Who Gave To Me

Your Love

They Knew When They Gave To Me

They Gave Me The Key To Romance

The Key To The Door Of Love

If I Could Hold You

In My Arms Tonight

And Not In My Dreams

You Will Reach The Core

Of The Deepest Realms

Of Our Love

You Will Soar With Me

To The Gardens Of Love

And Taste With Me

The Sweetest Wines

From The Fruits Of Love

And Drink With Me

From The Goblet Of Gold

The Nectars From Our Youth

The Nectars Of Love

An Ancient Piper

A Faded Ghost From Many Pasts

I Play Loves Pipes

From Cliff Tops On High

It Carries On The Winds

Down Through Valleys And Glens

Heard In The Rustle Of Leaves

In Fens

My Pipe Was Played For You

From Within My Heart

Composed For You

Within My Soul

You Came Into My Life

And Swore Eternal Love

You Could Not See

Nor Could Not Know

My Soul Is Old

My Pipes Are Worn

They Played For You

Beneath The Moons

Of Many Heavens

They Echoed From Many Stars

You Heard Me Play

But Did Not Hear

Born Before The Birth Of Time

You Come To Me To Once Again

Torment My Heart

Torment My Mind

Again I Play My Pipes Of Love

For You

On These Ageless Worn Out Pipes

Of Mine

You Lingered In My Heart

Yet But For A Moment

As A Falling Star

Within My Mortal Time

You Bid Farewell

You Bid Goodbye

Your Soul To Return

To The Land Of Your Birth

And Now In Mortal Time

You Hold Another’s Heart

Another’s Hand

Down Through The Ages

A Ghost Piper Roams

The Valleys And Fens

His Pipes Are Heard

By Angels Alone

They Know His Torment

They Hear His Cries

From Mountains High

Carried On The Winds

Of Days Gone By

It Wails Through The Valleys

And Howls Through The Glens

And Heard In The Rustle Of Leaves

Of Celtic Fens

Yet Now My Pipes Of Love

Are Silent

There Is No Song Of Love

I Play My Pipes Alone

For The Angels Above

Tears Well Within My Eyes

An Ache Plays Upon My Heart

Neither Here

Nor Neither There

My Soul Is Hurting

For We Are One

Yet In This Time

And In This Space

We Must Be Apart

Recall My Love

Within Your Dreams

For Our Love Is Real

Time Will Pass

As Years Before Our Eyes

Our Love Is Eternal

And Can Never Die

Know Within Your Heart

That I Am By Your Side

Sleep The Sleep Of Love

Our Love Was Sealed

When First We Met

And Joined As One

Hold Me In Your Arms

Within Your Dreams

For I Cannot Forget

Look Into My Eyes My Love

And See The Love Therein

Alone In Fear

Alone Afraid

Yet Time Will Pass

As Years Before

Again Alone

Yet Not For Long

Memories Are Tears

Tears That Flow

Recall My Love

Within Your Dreams

For Soon Our Love

Will Never Part

My Love For You

Is Eternal

I Will Always Be

In Your Dreams

And In Your Heart

The Mandala Is a beautiful design depicting many symbols that are sacred to the Tibetan Religion and Culture, today I witnessed the final touches to this ten day work of exquisite beauty, this Incorporated chanting and blessings, then In a matter of two Minutes, The Beautiful Ten Days Work Was Swept Up

And The Coloured Beads Were Placed In a Bowl I Admit I Felt a Rush of Dismay As I Witnessed Its Erasure, But Then Felt the Glow of Experience and Deep Learning, As The Lessons of What I Had Witnessed Over the Ten Days, Was Bought Home. The Lesson Involved Showing That All Things in Life Such As Beauty and Material Things and Life, are Not Eternal, And All Do Face Dissolution in Time, Including Human Life. The Lesson Taught That It Is Vexatious and Unnecessary

To Attach Too Much Energy Into The Material World, As It Slows the Learning Of The Spirit. After The Mandala Was Gone, I Spoke In Length With The Monks to Elicit Further Knowledge In Line With My Life’s Beliefs, And Was Relieved To Find That My Self Learnt Philosophy Was In Direct Accord With Their Teachings.

Namely That All Things Do Pass, Including the Human Form, Leaving the Only Thing Remaining Which Is the Spirit or Soul. Like The Mandala, A Thing of Beauty Is Now Gone, But it’s Existence or Soul Still Lives On In My Mind and Memories. So to Do Humans Whose Soul That Soul Is Raised To Higher Spiritual Levels

To Again Continue Its Growth Through Birth and Rebirth. Life Is Shorter Than Our Minds Can Comprehend, In The Eternal Scheme of Things. That Is Why It’s Important To Fill In The Gap Between Birth And Death, With As Much As Our Physical Form Can Absorb. If We Fill It with Hate Bitterness, Anger, War or Negative Emotions, Then We Are Impeding the Progress of the Soul.

A Beautiful Creation Made Over Ten Days, Gone Within Two Minutes, Its Soul Lives On As So Do Our Souls, As Sands Through the Hour Glass, So Are Our Moments in Life, Yes we do die each and every one of us, And like the Mandala we are a thing of beauty.

A thing of beauty is never forgotten, It lives on in the spiritual world for eternity. Our every thought deed and action, Plays a role in the cosmic universe, And eternally exists.

Goddess Of The Veils

She Is The Dancer

Of The Universe

The Goddess

Of The Heavens

The Wearer Of The Veils

Within The Veils

Your Dance Was Woven

Before The Beginning

Of Time

You Weave

Between The Heavens

And Cosmos

With Undulating

Snake Like Movements

Your Face

Hidden From Sight

Behind Clouds

Of Mystique

I Follow Your Eyes

Deep

Dark

And Filled With Passion

Alluring And Enticing

I Gaze Upon Your Dancing Form

With Desire In My Heart

Mesmerised

Within My Mind

Your Feet

Spin And Whirl

Between The Spasms

Of My Beating Heart

And

Cries Of Love

Within My Soul

Your Movements Quicken

I See Your Eyes

That Never Waver

From Mine

With Deep Sensual Movements

You Move And Weave

And Spread Your Passion

In Your Erotic

Hypnotic

Dance Of Tease

You Dance Within A Trance

Between The Morn

Into The Night

With Candles Burning

And Swords On High

You Touch And Tease

In Your Dance

Of Love

Within My Heart

Your Passions

Stir And Inflame

My Desires

Be Still My Beating Heart

Linger In The Beauty

Of The Dance Of Love

As She

The Goddess Of The Veils

The Goddess Of Eros

Dances To

The Mosaic Skies

And Lights The Frescoes

In Lovers Hearts

You Are The Goddess

Of Love

You Are She

The Dancer

Of My Dreams

The Dancer

Of The Veils

The Belly Dancer

Of Love

Flamenco Flames

Oh How You Danced

And Loved And Played

Back Beyond Years

In Our Young And Wild

Gypsy Days

I Played My Guitar

And You Would Dance

In The Tabla Dos

Of Seville

We Loved Our Life

And Romantic Days

And Carefree Nights

You Made My Guitar

Come To Life

As With Elegance

You Took The Floor

In A Slow

And Easy Grace

Your Heels Began

To Pick Up Pace

Faster Now

Your Heels Did Click

As Faster On My Guitar

I Picked

You Danced As In

A Hazy Fog

As Your Feet Took Wings

And Heels Became

A Misty Blur

In Times Of Long Ago

You Danced In Passion

Time Had No Meaning

There Was Only You

And Your Sensual Rhythm

Your Heels Dancing

On Fire

To The Sounds

Of My Guitar

Oh How You Danced

All Through The Night

Until Exhausted

At First Light

You Found Your Rest

From The Garden

Of My Love

Within My Heart

That Night

I Gave To You

A Single

Long Stemmed Rose

As A Token

Of My Love

The Night Your Feet

Danced In Flames

A Night So Long Ago

In Wild Erotic

Gypsy Days

My Dearest Darling

I Pen These Words

In The Longest Hours

Of The Darkest Nights

As Alone I Feel

The Trembling Shivers

Of The Coldest

Of The Night Closing In

The Light Is Fading Fast

And The Fire

Has Gone Cold

My Dearest Darling

And Now The Gas Lamps

Are Burning Low And

My Ink Is Drying Fast

But I Had To Let You Know

The Times Apart

And Distance

Between Our Hearts

Chills Me

To My Very Core

I Count The Days

And Months And Years

Before I Hold You

As Before

Our Love Will Last

And My Heart Will Wait

Through All Eternity

For Your Warm Embrace

And Tender Lips

Oh My Dearest Darling

How I Miss

Your Golden Smile

And The Love

Within Your Eyes

I Recall

Every Treasured Memory

And Hold Them

In My Heart

In Every Second

Of My Waking Hours

The Lamps Are Nearly Out

My Darling

And Now It’s Time To Go

Into The Coldness

Of The Darkness

Of The Night

The Bells Toll Three

My Love

But It’s Only Goodnight

Till In My Dreams

I Await Your Arms

Goodnight My Love

I Remain Yours

From The Battlefields Of War

Your Eternal Love

A Rainbow Of Dreams

A Circle Of Love

Upon My Finger

Hopelessly In Love With Love

Hopelessly In Love With You

The Touch Of Your Hand

The Stars Within Your Eyes

Chileana Eyes

Shine With Acceptance

Of My Heart

The Girlish Smile

Upon Your Lips

So Full Of Love

No Longer Do I Fear Love

Nor Feel The Shame

Of Heart’s Desire

A Beautiful Gift

Given By The Gods Of Love

Do You Recall A Day

Not Long Ago

We Sat On The Terrazzo

On The Valpo Bay

Overlooking The Sea

The Most Beautiful Seafood

From The Antarctica

I Watched You As We Dined

And Lost In Dreams

I Wondered Why

That Love Can Cross The Bounds

Of Spaces And Times

And Span So Many Lives

And Ages

Till Once Again Two Souls

Separated At The Dawn Of Time

Can Meet Again

To Love And Live

Till This Cycle Of Life Is Over

And Once Again

Live The Many Lives

We Have Loved Before

Do You Recall Mi Amor

The Many Lives We Have Lived Before

Do You Recall That Sunlit Day

We Dined On The Terrazzo

Of Valpo Bay

I Tried To Get You

To See What I Saw

A Mermaid On Rocks

Not Far From The Shore

You Saw A Sea Wolf

I Saw A Mermaid

You Never Saw My Mermaid

Leaping And Diving

Her Hair Of Tresses Green

The Bewitching Smile

You Never Heard Her Song Of Love

As She Played Near The Rocks

Cavorting In Love

Not Far From The Shore

I Fell In Love

With My Mermaid From The Deep

I Fell In Love

When She Looked Into My Eyes

I Fell In Love

With My Mermaid

Not Far From The Shore

I Tried To Get You To See

What I Could See

I Saw A Mermaid

You Saw A Sea Wolf

But I Know In My Heart

My Mermaid Was Real

And Her Love Was For Me

Was Then As We Dined

On The Terrazzo

Overlooking Valpo Bay

Down By The Sea

That I Realized My Mermaid

Of Dreams

Was Sitting Before Me

And Her Love Was Only For Me

I Know I Am A Writer

A Storyteller And Poet Of Sorts

But This Story Is True

A Romantic Mind

Sees And Wanders

In Hopeless Worlds Of Romance

And Dreams

You Saw A Sea Wolf

I Saw A Mermaid

With Love In Her Eyes

When I Saw You

That Sunlit Day

Not Long Ago

When We Dined On The Terrazzo

Overlooking Valpo Bay

My Heart Is Dancing

Lost

In Emotions

Romancing Of Love

My Dreams Are Drifting

Lost

In Memories Of Old

From Visions Of Beauty

To A Future Untold

In My Arms

I Hold You Tight

So Much In Love

Am I

You Are A Lovers Delight

You Hold My Heart

So Fragile And Light

Together One Soul

I Love You Dearly

And Can Never

Let You Go

I Love And Cherish

To Have

And To Hold

For All Eternity

I Kiss Your Ruby Red Lips

So Moist

And So Warm

I Caress

Your Soft Tender Cheeks

And Tease

Your Long Dark Hair

Your Soul

So Pure And Innocent

As That Of An Angel

Of The Heavens

Oh How I Love

To Gaze

Into Your Deep

Iridescent Green Eyes

Eyes Sparkling

In Love

So Much Alive

Oh To Hold Your Hand

To Have You In My Arms

Again I Am Lost

My Heart Is Dancing

Lost In Emotions

Again Romancing

The Dreams Of A Dreamer

A Writer Of Love

Ah Such Is The Pen

Of A Romancer

In The Hours

Of The Early Morn

You Came To Me

From A Light

Within The Darkness

Of My Night

Your Beautiful Eyes

So Sorrowful And Deep

Scarred With Hurt

I Saw Into Your Very Heart

Tender Caring Filled

With Unspoken Love

Your Long Beautiful Hair

Tantalizing

My Yearning Fingers

Imaginations

Of Having It Falling

Over My Aching Breast

Your Soft Slender Neck Waiting

For The Light Touch

Of Lips Of Love

Moist Lips

To Softly Kiss

Caress And Linger There

But Ah  Those Eyes

Imaginations Running Wild

Out Of Control

As We Lay

In Each Other’s Arms

No Words Spoken

We Gaze Into Each Other’s Eyes

You Were Real

I Slept With My Spirit

You Lay With Mine

I Refuse To Believe

You Were A Dream

We Made Spiritual Love

Beneath The Weeping Willows

That Late Warm Summer’s Day

We Lay Upon The Soft Grasses

Beside The Sparkling Waters

Of The Gentle

Mountain Stream

And Listened

As She Sang

Her Soft Lullaby

Of Love

Her Song Echoed

In The Hearts

Of Two Lovers

Who Were Lost

In The Passions

Of Each Other’s Arms

We Were Circled

By The Aura

Of Love

And Intoxicated

With The Scent

Of Young Lovers Passions

And So Much

Happiness And Romance

Every Where

Your Eyes Sparkled

In The Reflection

Of The Quiet Mountain Streams

Gentle Flow

In Your Arms I Lay

And Kissed Your Tender Lips

Lost To The Rhythm

Of Our Hearts Within

We Drifted Into The Dreams

And Passions

Those Only Young Lovers

Know

Beneath The Weeping Willows

That Late

Warm Summer’s Day

We Lay In Each Other’s Arms

Young Lovers Passions

Spent

We Were Exhausted In Love

And On Your Lips Of Passion

You Spoke The Words

Of Undying Love

That Late Summer Day

We Loved

Beneath The Willows

And In Your Eyes

I Saw Eternal Love

I Loved You Then

And I Love You Again

With A Fervor

Of A Passionate

Beating Within My Heart

Of Love