such a woman as I meet in my dreams...
is reading this now, and wondering, it seems.

with eyes that are ageless, that see to my core,
who wants the things I want...all that and more.

she cries when she's lonesome, is brave when she's sad...
faces each newday, tho she knows it might be bad.

hoping that one day...that "someone", will read her...
and see the real woman, clothed in loves splendor.

for she's waiting as I am, with hope and a dream...
till then, sipping coffee, maybe even sugar & cream.

Oh my god


I love this!!!

just socks..

Sleeping peacefully in slumbers rest.

A stage of dreams, preforms their best.

See the kind one preform, gentle this act.

Scene one so new, scene two refreshing.

Three and four, and many more, behold lifes breaths.

Wake upon the pull of curtain close,

Encore, encore, have we met...







{{{Sadie}}}

Lovely....

Such a wonderful way to express this thought...

"...and see the real woman, clothed in loves splendor."

"...that "someone", will read her...
and see the real woman, ..."

Nice vision that we all share - that despite the tender underbellies we try to protect in this place, we are still able to reveal enough to be appreciated, maybe loved by the right person.

Very nice indeed!