There's this passage. There's this splendor.

 The Fibonacci Trail

There's this passage that I must pass:

There are stones, there are trees,

there's a river, and mountains to marvel at.

My pilgrimage has just begun,

under an ever changing, faithful sky.

There's this passage that I must unravel:

There are clouds, there are storms,

there's the sun and stars to marvel at.

There's this splendor that I must discover,

but not without you, not without us.

Please walk with me, walk with me

and just hold my hand.

Young @ heart (this is how I want to be remembered)

 

Published in Six Word Memoirs - Click here.

Digging creative flow. Bach is here.

When I listen to this piece...  I dream, I dream, I dream... 

Bach -click here: Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major

 The Dream Maker by Orlando Agudelo Botero

Musketeer

Naked woman and musketeer, by Pablo Picasso (1967)

 

"I love you". Three-word musketeer. Weaponless.

Our love story fits a haiku.

 Snetterton, 23rd of July 2011

Shivering sadness.

Summer raindrops on our cheeks,

gently, the sun hides.

Untitled

 

 Somewhere, 24th of July 2011 For original memoir. click here.

Miss him holding me in bed.