Long Have I Waited...

Long have I waited for the homecoming of a muse as pure,
Listening, chancing, attempting to feel, just to be sure,
Of the inspiration itself and what it brings,
Hoping for a lone player to pluck my delicate heartstrings.
To question the intentions would be a fruitless endeavor,
For what type of fool would dare refuse such a treasure.
This amazing angel carries me to a heavenly height,
With each touch, sound, and mere chance of sight.
We grow closer and closer each second of every day.
The nearer we become, the more this permanence
feels as if it will stay this way.
My longing has truly been quenched and has come to an end,
My tattered heart and mind have more than begun to mend.

Sometimes, we forget where our love started...other times, we choose to forget. Always remember where your passions lie. Always remeber that someone is out there to share your passion. It may be a friend, a relative, or your soulmate. When you find them, share your inspiration with them.

Find Your Inner Child, and Appreciate him...

Many times we think that as we grow, we need to forget about the past. When we write and when we create stories, we try to think too much like an adult and forget about the excitement our imagination can bring. Look for that inner child. Find pictures of yourself when you were younger and put them up throughout your writing are with the phrase, "Have you seen this child" under or above each picture. Evey time you walk by that picture, remember more of the awe that was part of childhood. Remember that imagination lies somewhere, you just have to go back far enough to find it.

The beats begin...

I watch her walk backwards slowly. Then, when she is clear of the horse pens, she turns around and walks toward her car.

I think about leaving the horses and following her. I just close my eyes, however, and see her in my mind. I see her nearing her car and stopping. Instead of opening the car door. She stops and opens the envelope, unfolds the paper within and reads:

Your Eyes
The intensity,
The radiance,
The beauty,
Within your eyes
Is amazing,
Simply amazing.
Full of dreams,
Full of desires,
Full of life.
They glisten
With an incomparable brilliance
And a youthful exuberance.
Soothing,
Comforting,
Calling.
A sole sparkle
Found within
Sheds light upon
My inner most self,
Brushing away the tarnish,
Tearing away the pain,
Allowing then to reflect.
Amazing,
Simply amazing.

I sigh and slowly open my eyes. I feel a nudge in my back and lurch forward, this time Teri is not there to hold onto.

My eyelids open the remainder of the way, and I stumble forward. I manage to spin around and see Sugarfoot’s head bobbing up and down as if laughing at me.

"Even a horse laughs at you," my little voice says sarcastically.

Part of me wants to feel sorry for myself, yet I can’t seem to refrain from letting out a burst of laughter. I lurch forward, attempting to grab Sugarfoot’s reigns. He backs up and bounces his head up and down again.

I open a gate and watch the horses enter the area. I close the gate and move toward the parking area from which Teri’s car should have disappeared from a while ago. I pick up my head and blink repeatedly as I watch her car pull away at this moment.

I smile and forget about the pain. I smile and remember how different I feel. I smile and remember how much more there is to do. Besides, the beats are just beginning.