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Poetry

Eternally

This silence

is the cloud I fall upon

when I don’t know where to fly.

How beautiful

just to float.

Here.

Now.

Eternally.

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Poetry

Little Light

What colour shall I paint my sky?

Soft-pink and grey:

clouds of spun sugar,

sweet dreams that drift me to life?

Bring me a cool breath of clarity.

Bring me a little light,

and I will shine it, wherever I may go.

Though the roads may crumble

and darken

and fade,

I will have my little light.

I will have my sweet dreamy sky.

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Poetry

She

She wished for peace

and love.

And dance parties.

In the kitchen.

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Poetry

Dreams

Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now?

The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be.

And though my heart is full, will I always dream of something more?

Of the life beyond the life?

The echo of the here.

The shadow of the now.

Dreams are always somewhere else, aren’t they?In a place that doesn’t exist.

Shall I creep towards that place, knowing there is no destination?

Knowing the birth of a dream will only end it and call forth the birth a new one?

Knowing the dream train will never ever reach the station?

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Poetry

Fly Away

Falling from the sky

she sings,

‘One day I’ll fly away’.

Knowing she’ll always be falling.

Knowing she’ll always be

longing

to fly

away.

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Poetry

Soon

I know you hear them.

The bells that ring for you

sing for you

bring for you

the stepping stones

of destiny.

What if I were to tell you

it’s all much easier

than you think?

What if I were to tell you

the search is over,

and the bells are coming

to you?

You would finally breathe again,

wouldn’t you.

You would finally see

that what you were searching for

was the quiet

you need

to hear the bells

and follow the call.

Soon, you will hear them

loud and clear.

Soon, sweet human.

Soon.

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Life

Romeo and Juliet

The kids and I have just had lunch and I’m lazing about on the couch, enjoying the most beautiful warm Sun.

I thought I might write a blog post. So here I am, telling you about how I was thinking I might write a blog post…whilst actually writing one. Small things amuse the creative mind. ☺️

Speaking of creative minds, another thought that came to mind as I lounged on the couch: Shakespeare.

It was a quote from Romeo and Juliet that I was thinking of.

The line is from the famous balcony scene, where Juliet is blissfully day dreaming whilst standing out on her bedroom balcony. Enter Romeo, admiring her lovelieness from somewhere below. (Oh my goodness. Sigh. ❤️)

Here’s the line that woke the beautiful, warm wind in me:

ROMEO: ‘But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?’ It is the east, and Juliet is the Sun!’

Guys. ☺️ It gets better. 🥰

After a bit more internal waffling from Romeo, Juliet speaks. Quietly, to herself, but Romeo hears. This is how that little bit plays out:

JULIET: ‘Ay me’ (Juliet says dreamily thinking about you know who.)

ROMEO: ‘She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night being o’er my head as a winged messenger from heaven…’

I’ll leave it there, my beautiful bloggy friends.

Oh. You’re so very welcome.

😉 xx Brooke

(the HOPELESSLY hopeless romantic.)

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Life

A Million Stars

Fill me with your silver

and I will shatter

into a million stars

of us.

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Life

Always And Forever Love

Floating in the ever swelling softness of time.

And I wait for you, my future, my love;

knowing you may never be.

Knowing the shine in my eyes may always be only a dream

of something beautiful.

Love.

Come to me, sweet love.

Steady my flight, and hold my heart.

Be my always and forever love.

Always and forever,

love.

Until forever ends.

And life begins again.

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Life

Quiet Nights

Dreams are born

on quiet nights.