segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2009

Speak to me...

My sweet,

Patiently I wait, I wait for your healing responces to these thoughts which I toss out into the ocean and hope drift off to the shore where you may be.
At times, I dont understand your silence. But I want you to know that such silence only makes our memories grow louder within me. So loud that I feel like all else around me is silent and dead!
Speak to me, share with me your dreams which I can make come true. Confide in me your secrets for I shall carry them with me to my death bed. Speak to me of simple unimportant matters and I shall embrace each word...
Or come to me and speak not with your lips, but with your fingers and eyes which are the window to any mans soul.
Through your eyes I have many times travelled land and sea unknown to any map. These journeys have brought me inner peace and have calmed my troubled spirit many times before. Hmmm, how I long to loose myself in them once more.

With all my love,

J&J

quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009

In your loving memory

My sweet,

I know it has been many lonely hours since I have last written you... This means not that I havent thought of you, nor does it mean that you are no longer in this heart shaped box which I carry in me, and that we both know truely belongs to you.
Altough you have not heard from me these past long hours, you have tired my thought and made my heart race many times... For in your loving memory I have dedicated to the ocean which keeps us a part, a sinfony of candles which I hope will light the way back into your loving arms.
With every candle lit, a wish attached, a memory embraced and endless loving words that I so long to say to you, for it has been too long since these tired eyes have last seen how beautiful life is in your sweet company.

P.S my love, this heart shaped box of yours longs like never before to be held and conforted by you once more.

J & J

domingo, 8 de fevereiro de 2009

By the sea shore...

Tired, I turn my boat around and sail back home. Indeed the journey was long and my mission failed. For I am a cowered and was afraid to leave all behind and sail off back into your loving arms which may no longer exist to hold me.

Bare foot I walk by the sea shore which has so many times been witness to endless nights of passion and desire. So many promises made under stary skies like todays. Where are you? And why did I let you go?

My long lost love, I dream and wish for you every night and bless you with every awakening. I wish you well and because of that I wish you here in the comfort of these arms which live only to care for you and in the presence of these eyes which long to behold true beauty once more (be it only for a split second).

I can hear the ocean wisper our secrets as it hits the sand...If the world only knew about you and me. If anyone could ever imagine such beauty to be true.

...

I miss you today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. For each day a part from you is a day a part from me, a day a part from all that I live for, us.


J

&

J

sábado, 7 de fevereiro de 2009

Message in a bottle...

This message goes out to my forever loved one that, like me, has been lost at sea searching for answers that never seem to come...

I sail out one early morning in hope that the trip will be a short one and that loving arms will be awaiting when I arrive. And yet days are long and nights are cold and the only thing that keeps me company are sweet lonely memories of you...
The small, fragile boat rocks, and I close my eyes and imagine myself back in your loving arms that embraced me so carefully not so long ago. I can almost smell you... I can almost feel your hands rapped around me protecting me from all the harm of the world. I could swear you were there and that we had transcended fisics and all other laws of life. We existed in spirit like we had existed once in life. Hummmm how wonderful it felt to be back there with you and a part of you... If only I had not awaken from such a profund and peaceful sleep to look upon mad tides and angry skies, jealous at the fact that I stole you away from them for what was no more than a few seconds!