Surviving Life and The Traumatic Events that Change Us

Being a photo journalist student in a school that does not offer it as a major is difficult. I think I have changed classes 4 times now and my major but, I push on. Jeff is working all local work right now and home every night. That is wonderful. It is "getting" us closer and closer to that dream of being an accredited photo journalist and owners of a bad ass truck that can go anywhere (We have our passports) and can carry my home. "Patience dear", that is what I hear. Well, moving on and pushing forward.

I will share something with you though that is mushy, but it's art. My art.

     He is Many

He is, a sweet magic spell

And oh, how he amazes me.

A prisoner forever

In his hypnotic grip

Is this man or is this beast?

As he sleeps

Wonder entrances me

That someone so strong

Can be so soft

That all his heroic strength

That comes with the sun,

Can overwhelm me

And weaken me to my knees

I have surrendered

Completely unaware

As in a dream

Way off somewhere.

Amazing, tantalizing

Hypnotic and rare

So close now

I feel his stare.

I feel his breath

I feel his warmth

Envelope me

Overtake me.

Heaven above, hear my thanks

For all I see within those eyes.

Starlit pools of blue

Mesmerizing

That passionate stare.

It keeps me prisoner

forever

an addiction

In that sweet magic 

so very rare.