|Sending out the secret thoughts
||[Feb. 26th, 2007|06:20 pm]
|||||Bruce Springsteen - The Secret Garden||]|
The lesson is, when I am honest and brave, good things come my way.
Like hot springs voyages to the elvish mountains, shrouded in mist with dark towers and jagged cliffs and everything, rain drops falling so slow that I can see them as they land on my bare chest and steam away again. Wrapping my body around hot boulders and tucking it away in a tiny cave with a warm river inside. Spitting rocks and splashing like the lost boys. New friend, old friend, trancelike night driving home to the farm, forgetting about being hungry, forgetting about being tired, ironing the grudges out from around my eyes.
Like waking up as dawn breaks, just as bright and clear as that morning I saw when I couldn't sleep at all writing about you, me, us(?)... waking up as dawn breaks to find out that my restless dreams came exactly true and then some. I sent a message in a bottle seven hundred miles away and the reply came from just around the riverbend. It's dizzying, hearing all the words you were conjuring up to say to another person come out their lips and across the blanket towards you. When was the last time I was afraid of a kiss? What is going to happen now? I think it will be good. I was scared but not worried. I am scared but not worried. Things work out.