She Dances with the Breeze

Today I have been thinking about the spring, waiting eagerly for it to appear full bloom, bringing with it warmth, sunshine, and beautiful growth.

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She Dances with the Breeze

She dances with the breeze, This friend of mine, Eyes radiant with the joy of life, Of music; This melody that enchants her heart And my vision As I watch from my place beneath the sun.

If there were leaves, I believe they would dance with her. Twisting around her on an unseen spiralling air current. It would not surprise me had she conjured this summer air herself, From the pure bliss in her soul as she circles the trees.

Does fabric tumble like that? I’d never known. Flickering in the air and around her feet, Her legs, Her shoulders…

This smile- When did it look so bright as now? It fills her face, her being, And then mine too as I smile with her, As I look at her dancing amongst the sun and sky With this hidden music unique to only her, Pulsing within her heart and her spirit And thus letting her dance with the breeze- With an unparalleled ease.

Skipping, turning, jumping, swaying; Enchanting my sight as I swear to commit this To eternal memory: My friend, As she dances with the breeze.

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The Fire

The Fire

There’s a fire cracking in the hearth- Burning, dancing, twisting, Glowing. The blackening logs hiss with heat, Steaming remnants of water evaporating in flames. And the deep burnt orange of the flickering flames, Glow like an autumn sunset contrasting with the black Of night, or the dark metal of the old, rustic stove. I sit to watch the fire lick up the blackened logs, Warm inside near this heated stove, Away from the blistering cold of the outside.

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“Don’t Disturb my Shangri-La!”

With the snow bringing a little crazy to England, I found myself reminiscing the sunshine we had in the summer. It doesn’t feel like over half a year since I went to a local lake with a couple of my friends and sat in the sun enjoying the peace and contentment it brought to us, but it was. It was a wonderful moment of our own Shangri-La. While it may not have been a mystical, harmonious valley in Tibet, as in James Hilton’s Lost Horizon, for a typical millennial stuck in their home town it meant the world of freedom for us.

I would like to share my nostalgia of this time with you, as I sit here over six months later and dream of these warmer times and refreshing days:

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Warm day; cool breeze, We each live for moments like these. A rippling lake; light bells from afar, These precious moments of Shangri-La.

The sky is blue: a pure azure, Cherry blossoms: the blush allure, To sit beneath their buds- like soft-pink stars, I’d dream forever in this Shangri-La:

There, a bird lands on a golden spire, The sun sets- sky like roaring fire, I close my eyes and give way to time, Revelling in a place that is finally mine.

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