The garrish light of day leaves. The soft hue of evening dusk arrives at last. Her face is painted in the orange light of the sun's last reflections over the volcanic mountain. No make-up, but then who needs it when nature paints your face with it's very own colours.

With the arrival of nightime, the senses start abandoning rhyme and reason and the cold light of day disappearing takes away the harsh realities of life. Imagination starts playing it's mindtricks and life starts feeling ever so slightly a better place to be in.

Close your eyes and let me take you away on a cloud of dreams where there is only you and I in a place called my heart. There is only place for us two, and you will have to leave the dogs.

Dream your darkest dreams and be safe in the knowledge that it is only me sharing them. Abandon your defences and let me take you to that place where we can be happy together.

Surrender your thoughts and life and leave them all behind in a box locked far away.

Trust me.

Come back to me.

And the phone rings. The box opens and she disappears like mist before the rising sun. Reality comes back and the day starts.

What a wonderful dream. Wish I could go back to that place again.

Cheers

Wow lucky lady.... I do hope she comes back

Merely a dream.

That place where if you are lucky you can be in a happy space.

Happy thoughts ? We can fly ? Peter Pan and Wendy darling ?

So yeah, only in dreams.

Cheers

Dreams comes true to the ones that works for it and believe that it can work.... why have dreams if you cant make it a reallity? Where there is hope, there is always a way, even if it takes a bit longer then you plan.

This is a hypothetical discussion, one which I am sure we will have at some point in person. Maybe at the next social ?

You are quite right in your analysis. Where there is hope, there might be a way.

But enough said on this subject. I might just succumb to my dark wishes and call her . That dreadful call late at night when the only person making sense is you and you alone. And you cannot understand why she doesn't want to talk to you at 23h56 when you are still wide awake .

Sweet dreams to you.

Cheers

.....reminds me of the case of "Peterbuck(s) and the Pondering Princess..."?

Unrequited.....the bane of many a wishful hope....

Cheers

Xxx