1993

The inviting face of a happy ever-after...a bubble of light fairy colours and shades.

The chasm is broken by a burning sting from a brewing pot of disbelief...”It could never happen.”

To sadly sit through reality, paging through fantasy pages and drawing the outline of each character as though they would appear before your sights, is a thieve to the present blessings.

It is a frilly beginning to the rest of nothing. 

The simple gesture of a warm dashing smile creeps into the lonely heart and formulates hard to believe possibilities.

Slowly and surely the brewing pot of self-image disputes threads a thick rope of scepticism and doubt that some dreams will never come true.

The rope gets stronger each day...it hangs over dreams and unhurriedly forms a loose noose in case everything crumbles.

Yet it seems all, if not, most dreams have crumbled...yet the hope that tomorrow might bring gold keeps blood flowing, pumping life to the musty heart.

Process the “what-ifs”, birthing the idea of eternal bliss. Sadly the assured bliss isn’t tangible at the moment.

We share laughter and thoughts, a bit of this and that...playing peak-ah-boo in each other’s minds.

Yet it isn’t enough to warrant further communication. Or perhaps there shouldn’t be further communication.

The cover might be appealing but the content could very well be unexciting.

Muddled in the passing years...a change in ages each year, you endlessly look forward to your treasures.

Perhaps the eyes should remain shut and instead search with the heart, or maybe the mouth should remain quiet, allowing the soul to speak.

Well...the skies hold our conversation and in the clouds it shall remain.