the lovers, the dreamers & i

An elegant kind of quietness arrives in no apparent hurry to be anywhere. I watch the narrative unfold, sometimes a stranger to those very pages whose sheaves provide the comfort of home. You, you sit facing a mirror, you love yourself so. Together, we are chess players waiting to make a move.

Somewhere a heart beat bubbling forth like cappuccino froth rises and seeks no more.


46 thoughts on “the lovers, the dreamers & i

    • Sigh…that according to me is life….although I must at this point rouse myself from my dreams and make a polite enquiry into how good is that papaya tea? Should I be getting hold of some? 😄

  1. thank you for dropping by and leaving your comments and at first glance i love your blog..the pictures for sure and now i will read what you have to say…do keep popping in …cheers sandy

  2. elmediat says:

    Well done ! Excellent blend of eye-catching composition and text full of vivid imagery .

    Thanks for dropping by my blog. 🙂

  3. Wow! Lady, this is simply the kind of stuff That made me fall in love with writing! This somehow, strengthens in me a not so explainable urge to see you… Is that weird? Lol! Amazing stuff! Many cheers and smiles to you and thanks for this brew of a kind! ☺️✌️

  4. weight2lose2013 says:

    I love the way you use chess to explain life. Every move has a consequence, doesn’t it? We live on this chessboard and try to anticipate each move in life…

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