Enchanting tale

Leave it to me to enter things backwards lol.  Like one who turns to the end of the book to see who does not make it so not to grow to attached to them throughout the story.  

Yes I need this enchanting tale from you probably as much as you do dear sir.  You deserve some twinkling.  You have climbed some of the most treacherous grounds to reach happiness and romance and it makes me sad to read your last few  messages.  As if you could have stayed in the stagnant waters you were in previously.  I want you to soar no matter what feathered creature it requires.  To feel your happiness and by closing my eyes seeing that mischievous sparkle in your eye would do my soul good. 

Struggling towards Light...

• I don't really want a relationship right now.  I just want to live in a house hidden from the road by grown up trees and flowers and vines.  I want everyone to just think of me in passing.  Then he arrived just as I was deciding this and I can't decide if it is not in the plan for me to be alone.  My world does seem to be more inline with the old me...the creativity is flowing like rivers.  I am trying to bottle it to save for the next drought.  When I reactivated my writing blog I was reading over some of the previous things I had written  and it was like words of another person.  I honestly couldn't believe I had written them.  It's like each story came from a certain moment, a certain breath in time that circled the room before dancing along the curtains out the window and it was gone.  

Inspiration Emerges

Inspiration emerges when you least expect...thank you Joseph. 

She could see the horizon all laying still. A shadow began to emerge from the earths skin.

Growing taller stretching into a being.

She could make out the steps struggling against the wind.

Making its way to her determined. She wanted to make lessen the struggle for him but she couldn’t move. Her heart was pounding against her chest matching the beat of his steps.

She longed to run, she fought to stay. She fought for breath. She fought for him. She felt dry, he was water. She longed to bathe in him. He drew closer. Each step Determined to reach her. More than an extension of the earth now.  He was a world. He held warmth of a sun, the quenching of seas and the strength of the mountains.

As the shadow grew smaller he came closer. She knew the lines on his face and the angle of his shoulders. She was now seeing them for the first time though she knew them like she knew herself. How could she have not seen before? He now standing inches from her. She exhausted from just standing. The strength it took not to run left her weak. Collapsing would be so decadent.

She knew with her whole being he’d catch her.

That kind of certainty is rare.