Sunday, June 7, 2009

A shade of happiness...


Spanish music floats
inviting my soul to dance
away
far away
where everything is
flowers and music
and laughter is the only thing
that rains on a sunny day
where red wine dreaming
is matched with fine food
and smiling faces
promises are made and kept
locked up safe and true
a place where people
look me in the eyes
and i see love
as the sun sets
the dancing begins in earnest
and i spin, laughing circles of joy
and he catches me
an arm around my waist
and pulls me in close
whispering in my ear
his breath smells of spices
exotic and free
as the moon rises high and full
i wander the narrow streets
cobblestone mosaic a dream
beneath my bare feet
red geraniums in terracotta pots
are exclamation points of happiness
on this
my journey.

11 thoughts of PEACE on this PIECE:

Tabor June 07, 2009  

Pefect match of word and art. Reminded me of my long-ago trip to Spain...although it wasn't as romantic.

jinksy June 07, 2009  

Can you hearme joining in with my castanets! x

Lori ann June 08, 2009  

I love Portugal and Spain, a perfect place for a romantic rendevous, just you and your love...
did you buy your plane tickets yet? ☺

Whitemist June 08, 2009  

Thanks for the uplift!
I needed it today!

Deborah June 08, 2009  

**swoons** "laughter is the only thing that rains on a sunny day". How beautiful it is inside your mind. **blows kisses** Deborah

Connie June 08, 2009  

I love this. Sounds like many of my dreams.

Peace & Love.

nollyposh June 08, 2009  

oh wow can i come next time?!! <3

lolit June 08, 2009  

this is another masterpiece,i like it so much, thanks for sharing, your post is always nice to ponder on.

Cindy June 08, 2009  

I think I read it all in one breath... you painted a great picture in my mind...

nurturingwisdom June 09, 2009  

Your poem and your choice of music match perfectly.

I can feel the pulsating rhythms...

I'm back in Spain again.

Bravo, beautiful.

The Pink Cowboy June 10, 2009  

I'm Spanish, and I haven't danced in a long time. I think since my mother passed away a year ago. Your poem is a celebration of life, maybe I'm ready to start dancing again.

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