"Glitter In The Air"
~Pink
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted?
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, "I just don't care?"
* * *
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning
The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?
* * *
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
* * *
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breath before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
* * *
La La La La La La La La
* * *
There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar
* * *
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight
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My Happilist
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Gratitude is the heart's memory. ~French proverb
Nos. 299 ~ 404
- cookie cutters
- Clinique skincare
- moonlit strolls
- Baltimore rowhouses
- air conditioning
- the Ten Commandments
- white ink tattoos (okay, just maybe)
- red peppers in my salad
- "Bear Jams" in the Smokies
- Daughters of the American Revolution markers at the graves of ancestors
- Deer Crest cabin
- the sound of evening crickets
- Lone Elk Park
- puppet shows courtesy of Lane ~ and once upon a time, McKenzie
- Windsor-back chairs
- fashion ~ from design to execution on Ally's Parisian dress form
- Monticello
- reverence at Arlington
- the Changing of the Guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
- boiled peanut "diddies" at Charleston, South Carolina
- the treasures of the Smithsonian
- the silent voices at Gettysburg
- Susannah and Tristan
- the purity of Forrest Gump
- Fuji apples
- warm banana bread
- driving across a bridge, over a river or the sea
- driving through a tunnel under Tokyo Bay
- Shiatsu massage chairs
- porch swings
- Gohen...karma
- floating lotus flowers in bloom
- fireworks
- carriage rides
- building snowmen
- snow days
- butter rum candy
- rock candy
- furniture made by grandpa
- dad's lasagna
- mom's sugar cookies
- a loving father for my children
- my great grandmother's silver
- my great-great grandmother's ice cream dish
- my grandmother's poetry written by her own hand
- a sister
- legal immigration
- Currier & Ives prints
- old Audubon Society lithographs
- fresh corn on the cob
- Missouri mornings
- trick-or-treating
- sunflower kernels
- tilapia topped with shrimp and cream sauce
- mountain streams
- mountain air
- the sound of trains in the night
- gravel roads
- the smell of barbeque
- water slides
- the Cross
- spotted fawns
- velveted antlers, a sign that autumn is coming
- Harold and the Purple Crayon
- the sound of jets flying overhead
- summer breezes
- Native American ancestry
- white picket fences
- Jimmy Buffet songs
- eating blackened gator ~ delicious
- flips on a trampoline
- the sound of an old screen door
- fried catfish
- raindrops
- Easter baskets
- visits with Santa
- a trip to the farm
- synaesthesia
- cobblestone streets
- strawberry preserves
- raspberry jam
- the view of Chicago from the top of the Sears Tower
- to be told you're beautiful by someone who believes it
- waking up next to the person you love
- holding a corn snake and admiring its beauty
- starry nights
- somersaults under water
- Double Dutch in the driveway
- a baby in a manger
- etiquette
- courtesy
- Levi's
- onions,onions, onions...and some garlic, too
- hearing "I love you" before the call ends
- bouquets of flowering weeds from children
- giggles
- flying kites
- wishes on shooting stars
- spaghettios
- feedsack material
- spooning...*sigh*
- puppies
- thoughtfulness
- perspective, sometimes bittersweet
- Staff Development
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