Where did those days and nights go?

[Gemini]

Why did I stop dancing on the deck at midnight with the apple orchards, fog and handsome men?
When did I get so far removed from the beautiful music which always played through my soul and home?
Why are the candles now on the shelf instead of burning softly with the scent of pure jasmine?

My paint brushes stand in a jar with cobwebs and alone.
The canvas sheets are tucked away in closets
empty- void.

A Christmas tree is now just a decoration- something I do. The whimsical ornaments are somewhere in the attic buried in boxes with years past.

Where did the days go that I used to sit in the open fields and write poetry and paint one lone apple for hours? Return the next day to make certain the shading was perfect?

The Friday nights in Occidental at Negris,in love with the music of Nick Gravenites and the characters at the bar who loved to dance, laugh and share who they were? The mermaid contest- the wonderful mermaid contest. The warmth and love which came through dancing with strangers.

Where did my passion for magic, arts and music go?

Where have I gone? Wiil I be back or just replay the visions of yesterday when I have some time alone and a glass of wine?

[farmfresh]

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

– Rumi

Why did I stop dancing on the deck at midnight with the apple orchards, fog and handsome men?
When did I get so far removed from the beautiful music which always played through my soul and home?
Why are the candles now on the shelf instead of burning softly with the scent of pure jasmine?

My paint brushes stand in a jar with cobwebs and alone.
The canvas sheets are tucked away in closets
empty- void.

A Christmas tree is now just a decoration- something I do. The whimsical ornaments are somewhere in the attic buried in boxes with years past.

Where did the days go that I used to sit in the open fields and write poetry and paint one lone apple for hours? Return the next day to make certain the shading was perfect?

The Friday nights in Occidental at Negris,in love with the music of Nick Gravenites and the characters at the bar who loved to dance, laugh and share who they were? The mermaid contest- the wonderful mermaid contest. The warmth and love which came through dancing with strangers.

Where did my passion for magic, arts and music go?

Where have I gone? Wiil I be back or just replay the visions of yesterday when I have some time alone and a glass of wine?