Miles in the Rearview

Blast from the past. I was reading through some homework early this morning... or was it late last night?
Either way, this phrase stuck to me like flypaper for many verses later.

"To whom shall I compare thee?"

I was going crazy; knowing that there was some memory related to those words. Then it hit me...

"Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely, more temperate."

A rush of memories from High School choir flooded me in the middle of class. Good times to rest that I hadn't glanced at for a good many years. On that note, I proceeded after class to YouTube the long forgotten song. I did indeed find it (there are two versions apparently).
I then continued my search of choir activities from my High School choir program... seeing many faces and hearing good songs from the past. I never thought I would miss those High School days, but apparently there are some things in the soul that never die. Music being one of them.

Let music never die in me.
Forever let my spirit sing.
Let all our voices join as one to praise the Maker of the Song.
Rejoice, Rejoice, Let music ring!!

Along the way I found this original song by a good friend.

I Loved Her

Green is my favorite color. Hands-down.
It really fits my personality as a matter of fact.
It's peaceful/soothing.. or so say the hospitals.. which I like to be.
It's always related to life and new beginnings.. which I've had both of.
It's the color of grass... which I love to walk barefoot through (even though I'm slightly allergic).
It's the color of "chill"... the sun gleaming through the leaves into your hammock of a home.
....I don't wear a lot of green, but when I do, it makes me feel very comfortable and ME.
the funny thing is that I first started liking the color green because my sister did. ((Shout out to ya El... love ya tons. You're my hero!))
Besides all that though... there are always those slight twinges of pain in my heart about "green."
It's not the crazy tree-huggers movement...every one has a passion.
It's not the weird green pancakes I never want to taste again... my mom will never live that one down.

..."it reminds me"

It's that land of always green and never winter.... "of everything we did"








It's this soft and warming green around by body.... "of everything we said"








It's those green eyes that haunt me in my memories.... "it rushes through my head it finds me, close to you."

Tut, Tut, Looks Like Rain

Last weekend was all planned out... but then the winds of change, as they often do,... blew.

It all started Thursday.
I was..shall we say.. under the weather. I had spent up all the night before writing an essay for class, and for some reason was completely drained of my usual electricity.In short, I called in sick to work out of town, went home and slept it off.
The next day (Friday) was not as light and cheery as the day before, but by the end of it, my attitude was just as damp. Early in the day I was able to hang out with a new spark,and though the rain fell, my sun was shining. That is.. until the spark's old flame sputtered in out of the rain. My jealousy thundered a little, but I realized the silver lining in the time I'll have in later months.

Saturday saw new light as we drove out from under dark clouds toward a fun evening. Unfortunately, that bright evening was unpredictably soggy in the end.Not to say it wasn't fun. After all, the bands boomed, and the crowd was electrified, but as we evaded puddles going to my car, I was vaguely aware of some static between the two fires. The clouds grew darker as night set in and the thunder rolled on.
Sunday was just that.. SUN DAY. Not much to puddle over, except my longing to be out in the sunshine while being chained to homework.

Since then, we've discussed some details and come to the decision that the charge between them is still strong. I respectfully withdrew. Though I must say that, the eye of the storm within was beating out a calm, yet sincere message. "Not in the end." Meaning... this spark will never burn past the waterline.


It turns my mind to another storm .. one that has slowly grown quieter over time.. but never truly dissipated. A FIRE so fierce, no rain, no snow, no hurricane could quench. I can't seem to cover up the burns it left... and to those scars I bend. I dream of moon drenched nights where Orion has fought every cloud from the sky and the only wind is from our breathing in unison, as we gaze at a flawless sky. Her secretive eyes are burned in my memory, as is a whirlwind of greetings and goodbyes,but until the day I don't have to wait anymore,... I'll take the sun. I'll take the rain.



Perhaps this weekend will be one that God calms, but who am I to say. I'm just * * *