They

He - he was so smart
he had a brain in place of his heart
She - she was so kind
she had a heart in place of a mind
and They- they were perfect
one made up for the other's defect

Was telling S he was born with two brains and no heart and I was born with no brains and two hearts, and thus on a rainy Monday, we made this song together :-) The first of many to come

Summing it up

It isn't about what's not spoken
It isn't about what's not done
It's in the promises not broken
and abundant love filled fun

.... Yes that's pretty much how I describe it!

Si

The best things in life come for free
That’s the same with you and me
I love what are us and all that we share
About all else I don’t much care
But most of all I love what is same
Your first two letters are the last in my name

:-) I like the fact that the first two letters of his name and the last two letters of mine are the same, and that we can say our names together in the same breath. Its comforting in a strange way....

In Search of......

I wonder where they went astray
what reasons they had to betray
I thought we were so meant to be
their fickle loyalty I failed to see
yesterday they swore undying love
only to vanish this morn from above
oh how I wish I only had to beck - and
effortlessly in my brain they'd speck

bliss induced writer's block..... sheesh

Sweet Summon

Perhaps it is
The way I am known common
I find no greater bliss
In the way you summon
A hundred endearments
Shall be no match -for
It stirs my every sentiment
Breaks my emotional latch
In whispers, so loving
Sometimes joyously announced
Sweeter there is nothing
My name, when you plainly pronounce

Dedicated to S ..... and it shouldn't be here... but it is... :-)

A Natural Disaster

What do we say of storms that die?
Of squall strewn leaves that lifelessly lie
When the winds give their voices much needed rest
And when nature puts survival to an arduous test
Perhaps sometimes we encounter such storms
In our minds when troubled thoughts form
When the burdens of thought is too much to bear
And perspective to shreds we tear
When the idle imagination catches fire
And good sense faces consequences too dire
Finally as all natural storms do die
So do these in a good teary cry

A perspective on observing a restless mind....