Enough for me..(Repost)

When the surface of life disappoints ,momentarily..
before one gathers oneself again.
We delve into our fantasy world , for that instant blood flow,
the one that excites the senses, though simple it may be.

A moment in the dark , transports to perfection,
beautifully illuminate the path
you are in full control, let it flow , weave your tapestry,
create your utopia, the sky holds no limits..

This night , an ambient studio, surrounded by history,
out of reach, but imagination gives a leg up.
The setting known and real but belonging to another,
but tonight I can settle in , spurred on by the for sale sign.

An empty shell , silence , in between lives, whispering’s of memories,
the sounds of work in this old mill still reverberate between the thick walls,
carried on particles that catch a ride on moving air … caught…
and suddenly visable in the sunlight shafts that invade curiously.

Doors closed , sheltering , retaining patina protectively,
old wooden slabs , hard as steel , absorb tentative footsteps,
await another story, I write mine tonight ready to share , if only in my mind,
with these bricks , this wood , this silence , perhaps it will approve.

Young dreams circled this place , the years bringing me closer,
the inner sanctum with held , awaiting my adult minds vision.
A big and groaning space that reaches for another life’s promises,
I stand and look skyward , up and up , light pouring past rustic levels of potential.

An embryonic studio deep within the womb , I see it clearly,
an easel in one corner , a small daybed in another piled high
with cushions that the mill workers would have laughed at.
But hey …this is MY fantasy…..I can place candles on the window ledge.
Yes….that’ll do ….

No renovating , just comfort addressed. ….and farewell to the snakes,
an easy task in a dream , they politely vacate my perfect world.
The old stable doors divide the space, enclosing with their solid rusticity,
separating work spaces and providing privacy for dreaming and breathing.
A place to feel.

I will not taint the marks of age but welcome them into my heart,
no scrubbing away the layers of time, but add my own with paint and steel.
Canvases empty with anticipation, of the pouring out that will come.
I’ll treat you kindly old friend , and breath new life into your dreams.

That glimpse of you for sale has stirred my blood.
You are my fantasy tonight…it cant hurt to dream,
nourishing my spirit from afar , I do not need to own you,
for you are mine within, all possibility and potential.

Thank you for “this here and this now”.
It is enough for me.

Enough for me..(Repost)

Redviolin

Joined November 2009

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That glimpse of you for sale has stirred my blood.
You are my fantasy tonight…it cant hurt to dream,
nourishing my spirit from afar , I do not need to own you,

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