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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.

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Life

To Dream

Where is this life that I cannot catch,

that springs and curls like the loveliest vine

around the spirit of me.

The sun falls on my back, and I run toward the open ocean.

The sand is warm between my toes, and I am on my way home.

To a new life.

A new hope.

A new dream:

to be all that I can be.

Love. Creativity. Inspiration.

Here I am.

Here I am.

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Life

Reality. And How There is No Such Thing.

I send a text message to a friend: a message that warms my heart because I’ve said something that fills me with all the lovely things.

In my mind, I see my friend receive the text message. She smiles.

In my mind, we have just shared the most BEAUTIFUL tender moment together.

To me, this is my reality.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it?

I’ve constructed the entire story beyond reality as I truly know it to be.

The reality is that the actual version of events may have gone something like this:

I send message. Smile (all the lovely things, la la la.) My friend receives the message. My friend is emotionally triggered by something I have lovingly communicated in the message. They are not on the same page as I am. Not even one-little-bit.

Oh my goodness. You guys. Do you see what horror I have to put up with in this random little world of mine? How is a dreamy, love-hearty girl like me to deal with such a stern and logical talking to by the invisible powers that reside within? Lessons on how to live in the moment. Lessons on how to tear the dreamy light out of my eyes?

I mean, really, universe.

Shame on you for breaking a girl’s heart.

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Life

The Destination

The destination is always the same,

but there’ll be paths along the way.

Hundreds of them.

Thousands.

Millions even, depending on how many times

you say no.

So.

Which answer will you choose?

Yes?

No?

Or maybe next life time, okay?

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Poetry

Always Going to Love You

I’m a dreamer.

I was always going to love you

like you’d never been loved before.