|A Jennie Lee Montgomery photo...is she not amazing?|
As you may have noticed, I added a terribly cheesy off-the-cuff bit of poetry...
I use to be a writer.
A good one.
A good one becoming better every day.
Now, I'm a girl watching lightning bugs. Watching the light fade behind the trees and wishing I could be part of the melting colors of the sky or the faded twinkle of the stars playing peek-a-boo with the night sky.
I miss writing poetry with real feeling, but I think I'm out of practice.
Tonight is a lot of cheerful hope mixed with underlying sadness for front porch talks gone by.
Nights like this make me miss Zuni's poetry and magic. Few people have ever inspired me the way he did, and I miss that sense of wonder, talking in code, coming up with metaphors to describe love, and the advice. More than anything I miss the advice.
Where have all the wizards gone?
Those wizards that could bring to life your idea or breath fire and light into the heart of you? Spark magic into life?
I was never afraid when I had words of comfort, laughter, and hope to lean on. I miss the reassurance that I was something perfect and magical myself.
Years of my life have changed much and much remains the same. My heart bears more scars, but I look at them with a great deal more kindness than I thought I would ever have the grace to. I love that they all tell stories of my greatest attempts...even if some were failures.
I fall in love with everyone I meet, and now I am at peace with this. Someday it will not be love felt alone.
I need you so much closer...I need you so much closer...I need you so much closer