An undeclared Love....

Not too long ago, my friend summoned me for a talk. She knew my dependability when it came to such things. For a while, she had battled the 'pain' of undeclared love. She is the kind of person too cautious of every step....the kind that takes pride in being careful at every  turning. I secretly admired the tenacity with which she kept her feelings at bay. The past year had seen her unconsciously fall in love.....she didn't see it coming. Life has a way of shocking the incredible out of its depths. In the course of time she had found herself lovingly staring and caring for the object of her affections. The most painful part was that she had no courage whatsoever to spill the contents of her heart.

For days on end...she loved from a far. One cold Sunday afternoon after a heavy downpour...while I was intent on my traditional Sunday nap ...my friend dragged me out of my sleep. Despite the blurriness in my eyes I could see what pain she was in. Never had I thought for once that love could and would be this painful.

I knew for certain that undeclared and recognised love dug through one's heart like a deep sleek sword. She leaned on my shoulder crying her heart out. We both knew it was pointless to speak of what she felt to the object of her affections. She had no courage to face the possibility that he might not feel what she felt. The weight of my friend's incomparable sadness overwhelmed me....so together we sobbed it out.

I wanted to make it right for her....I watched her every single day love from a distance. ....I did my best to watch with her. I was safe.... I didn't know the pain of holding a love so strong you wanted to wrench your soul out.

In some ways my friend was lucky to feel such intense longing for one she couldn't reach....for months she had held herself together. Concealing a love so strong for one so close.....she missed him when he brushed by...longed to say those words that lodged in the depths of her soul. Some days I watched her wanting to shout to the skies hoping they'd carry her love to this close but far soul.... We stood perched on the rails of the bend....I looking over the pain and love in a dear friend's eyes....I could do nothing about ...

If only I had the power to make things right....this would be the only time I'd use that power......

Phoebe :-)

An undeclared Love....

Not too long ago, my friend summoned me for a talk. She knew my dependability when it came to such things. For a while, she had battled the 'pain' of undeclared love. She is the kind of person too cautious of every step....the kind that takes pride in being careful at every  turning. I secretly admired the tenacity with which she kept her feelings at bay. The past year had seen her unconsciously fall in love.....she didn't see it coming. Life has a way of shocking the incredible out of its depths. In the course of time she had found herself lovingly staring and caring for the object of her affections. The most painful part was that she had no courage whatsoever to spill the contents of her heart.

For days on end...she loved from a far. One cold Sunday afternoon after a heavy downpour...while I was intent on my traditional Sunday nap ...my friend dragged me out of my sleep. Despite the blurriness in my eyes I could see what pain she was in. Never had I thought for once that love could and would be this painful.

I knew for certain that undeclared and recognised love dug through one's heart like a deep sleek sword. She leaned on my shoulder crying her heart out. We both knew it was pointless to speak of what she felt to the object of her affections. She had no courage to face the possibility that he might not feel what she felt. The weight of my friend's incomparable sadness overwhelmed me....so together we sobbed it out.

I wanted to make it right for her....I watched her every single day love from a distance. ....I did my best to watch with her. I was safe.... I didn't know the pain of holding a love so strong you wanted to wrench your soul out.

In some ways my friend was lucky to feel such intense longing for one she couldn't reach....for months she had held herself together. Concealing a love so strong for one so close.....she missed him when he brushed by...longed to say those words that lodged in the depths of her soul. Some days I watched her wanting to shout to the skies hoping they'd carry her love to this close but far soul.... We stood perched on the rails of the bend....I looking over the pain and love in a dear friend's eyes....I could do nothing about ...

If only I had the power to make things right....this would be the only time I'd use that power......

Phoebe :-)

Undeclared Love:-(

Not too long ago, my friend summoned me for a talk. She knew my dependability when it came to such things. For a while, she had battled the 'pain' of undeclared love. She is the kind of person too cautious of every step....the kind that takes pride in being careful at every  turning. I secretly admired the tenacity with which she kept her feelings at bay. The past year had seen her unconsciously fall in love.....she didn't see it coming. Life has a way of shocking the incredible out of its depths. In the course of time she had found herself lovingly staring and caring for the object of her affections. The most painful part was that she had no courage whatsoever to spill the contents of her heart.

For days on end...she loved from a far. One cold Sunday afternoon after a heavy downpour...while I was intent on my traditional Sunday nap ...my friend dragged me out of my sleep. Despite the blurriness in my eyes I could see what pain she was in. Never had I thought for once that love could and would be this painful.

I knew for certain that undeclared and recognised love dug through one's heart like a deep sleek sword. She leaned on my shoulder crying her heart out. We both knew it was pointless to speak of what she felt to the object of her affections. She had no courage to face the possibility that he might not feel what she felt. The weight of my friend's incomparable sadness overwhelmed me....so together we sobbed it out.

I wanted to make it right for her....I watched her every single day love from a distance. ....I did my best to watch with her. I was safe.... I didn't know the pain of holding a love so strong you wanted to wrench your soul out.

In some ways my friend was lucky to feel such intense longing for one she couldn't reach....for months she had held herself together. Concealing a love so strong for one so close.....she missed him when he brushed by...longed to say those words that lodged in the depths of her soul. Some days I watched her wanting to shout to the skies hoping they'd carry her love to this close but far soul.... We stood perched on the rails of the bend....I looking over the pain and love in a dear friend's eyes....I could do nothing about ...

If only I had the power to make things right....this would be the only time I'd use that power......

Phoebe :-)

Undeclared Love:-(

Not too long ago, my friend summoned me for a talk. She knew my dependability when it came to such things. For a while, she had battled the 'pain' of undeclared love. She is the kind of person too cautious of every step....the kind that takes pride in being careful at every  turning. I secretly admired the tenacity with which she kept her feelings at bay. The past year had seen her unconsciously fall in love.....she didn't see it coming. Life has a way of shocking the incredible out of its depths. In the course of time she had found herself lovingly staring and caring for the object of her affections. The most painful part was that she had no courage whatsoever to spill the contents of her heart.

For days on end...she loved from a far. One cold Sunday afternoon after a heavy downpour...while I was intent on my traditional Sunday nap ...my friend dragged me out of my sleep. Despite the blurriness in my eyes I could see what pain she was in. Never had I thought for once that love could and would be this painful.

I knew for certain that undeclared and recognised love dug through one's heart like a deep sleek sword. She leaned on my shoulder crying her heart out. We both knew it was pointless to speak of what she felt to the object of her affections. She had no courage to face the possibility that he might not feel what she felt. The weight of my friend's incomparable sadness overwhelmed me....so together we sobbed it out.

I wanted to make it right for her....I watched her every single day love from a distance. ....I did my best to watch with her. I was safe.... I didn't know the pain of holding a love so strong you wanted to wrench your soul out.

In some ways my friend was lucky to feel such intense longing for one she couldn't reach....for months she had held herself together. Concealing a love so strong for one so close.....she missed him when he brushed by...longed to say those words that lodged in the depths of her soul. Some days I watched her wanting to shout to the skies hoping they'd carry her love to this close but far soul.... We stood perched on the rails of the bend....I looking over the pain and love in a dear friend's eyes....I could do nothing about ...

If only I had the power to make things right....this would be the only time I'd use that power......

Phoebe :-)

Time's Response...

Dear Phoebe....you most recently wrote a deeply moving letter in a bid to get me to slow down. I must say for a moment that I was moved....I had no idea that's how you viewed things....you see all this time I supposed you were tagging along. I now I realise I was wrong.
So I've reconsidered and decided that I'll be more deliberate. Let's do this together, just you and me #time#
So here's what we're going to do. I'll let you take my place...I'll let you be time, I'll give you the liberty to do what I do everyday. ...I'll let you see what I see every minute. Promise me you'll make every decision logically... Persuade me you'll do right. Take this caution...you'll see some incredible hurls. ..for a moment you'll be torn between decisions. Your gut will say one thing and your heart another. ...take reason. It works.... It has to work.
My hope is that you'll no longer lay the blame on me for moving so fast.

So Phoebe...there you are, I can wait for you, I'll walk with you....we'll break the ice together, we'll laugh in the rain. I'll rub your shoulders and shield you from the rain....I'll let you feel eternity brush tenderly against your plum cheeks. You must ravish our time together....it'll only be for a while... But what you must never forget is that I am Time....I wait for man.

Phoebe
:-(

Dear Time:-)

Dear Time.....
It is said you a stubbornly persistent illusion...................
For some unknown reason you are in a rush to get to a concealed destination. One no one has been before. Time... Just so you know...candidly speaking that no one ever got anyway in a rush. One of three things happened... One never smelt the roses, day dreamed as they sat through a train journey... Watched the trees blush in the wind as their leaves shyly dropped to the ground. Time....don't be in a rush....stop and take a breath. Every single individual who's been dashing through life has missed the sun rise and set. That gorgeous mustard print in the skies....the awesomeness of its softness as it rises from its resting place every single morning. Dear Time.....just so you know a dash through life might possibly end in a dash against the rocks. You'll crush your toe nails and bear that notorious pain for nights on end.

So time....three likelyhoods...but there's more you'll miss. You'll never know the embrace of love, the fear of the unknown.... Time slow down, you'll miss the gasping of your breath at the miracle of life. You'll never know the victory of a long tedious battle. The shout of triumph at the cross of the finish Line.

Time hold your breath....listen to the wind ..oh listen...time you must feel the love that drags your soul from despair to wonderment. Be assured that you'll see what I mean....I've felt just that. I fear that you'll never know the beauty and warmth of an embrace as you desperately race to get to nowhere.

Slow down time....it is imperative that you watch the flowers sprout through the earth....reaching out to find life, being pushed out of the darkness of it's bed of dirt. There's so much you'll never feel...taste ..smell, experience... As you dash through life for no apparent reason.

Halt Time....halt... Dance in the rain, run in the sands on the shores, gaze up to the sky. Smile to yourself, make me smile....get to know yourself get to know me. Time there's more to life than flying through it!

Time fall in love with love... Feel the pain of loss.... Mend a broken heart. Don't dash to stop... I feel you and hear you. Wait for me time....I implore you to wait....I too want to feel your embrace...know your friendship. I long to wake up to you smiling down on me.

All I ask of you Time...is that for once you'll hear me...you'll wait for me and you'll walk with me. Just so you know...I love the coolness of the evening breeze....walk with me...speak tenderly to me. Tell me you'll watch me fall asleep and wake with me.

Time promise on oath...you'll wait, don't rush you are all I have. Wait for me :-)

Phoebe ....

The music of the soul!

British food has the repute to some of being rather bland#sadface# that deduction stems from individuals whose taste buds have been blinded so to speak by the continuous indent of spice and spike. On the contrary if there is anything typically referred to as "British cuisine" then I'd vouch for the tang that brings the soul to life with the blandness it carries.

You see each soul bears a sound, a song, a tune....some borne through the beat of an African drum, others a result of the most experienced of fingers gently strumming the strings of a cello, the gentle rich sound of the saxophone..... and then those a reflection of the waves of the sea reysing slowly to the end of the bank carrying with it the wealth of the sea simply to be picked up by the most delicate and keen:-)

The music of the soul.... For others at the first hearing is as bland as bland it self......you see what they've overlooked is the reality that certain tastes have to be acquired. Its only with passing time and a timeless consumption of the bland that one finds that so subtle taste that awakes every single cell of  one's being..........the truth is, a  rumbling of anything against another has its origin in the production of vibes...every movement delicately gives off a sound. At times the music of a soul is as tasteless as the elements that drum through the spirit. An empty soul dipped in the poverty of goodness vibrates a deprived bland tastelessness.

There's two dimensions to this.....one is the pleasant, gentleness and kindness to the bland and flat taste another is the superficiality and apathetic melody of the soul. Both are a result of an acquired taste....
We learn as we live that even the bland bears a tune...we find that what seems tasteless to one is the beating of the African drums for another. The life and soul of violin strings being tickled by the expert hands of one who has become one with it.

Bland to one.....bursting with vigour to another.

The music of the soul....:-)

Phoebe