Water and Life; Time and Light
I woke from my sleep with fresh thoughts from my dreaming. A variety of visions swirled in ripples of vagueness all present yet flighty leaving no definite impression to their origins or their exits. I carried them through my rising to add as flavoring for my coffee, looking into the warm liquid that gently entices my thinking while waking; then let them evaporate with the steam from my cup to the atmosphere from whence I recalled them. From there my mind strayed further in search of a new love to wrap in my thoughts for the long hours of my day. What should it look like a face or a place to which I could bring all my curiosities? Then I return to you my love, knowing you the way that I do. Comparing every new possible lover to all that makes you, you; and all that makes me adore you, and all the moments that I bathed you in my observations of expressions and all the accommodations of my want to admire your essence in every possible moment I could find to steal from the demands of...