Another 'Writers Block Party' Moment.
Inspired by popfiend, fueled by caffeine and vanilla brandy we bring you two topics...
It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The lights shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up.
Chorus
Second verse
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love."
What can I possibly say about this that I haven't already said a hundred times before? My beloved husband has been away for nine months. I've talked endlessly about how much he means to me. I've posted at length how deeply I miss him. I've spoken time and time again about the profound effects this separation has had on me.
What words can I give you that begin to touch the way my heart swells, my pulse quickens, warm tears fill my eyes, when he looks at me? How can I describe the way my body aches to hold him close? How can I tell you that I haven't told you before that would tell you how safe and protected I feel in his arms? How do I describe how complete I am with him, how together we are more than the sum of our parts, that I am more me with him, than I am without him. Alone I live, with him I am alive.
There really isn't anything I could tell you that would give you the same sense of ecstasy in his company, or soul bearing loneliness without him - but then that's part of what makes it OUR love. If I could just give it to you it wouldn't be the magic it is to us.
"Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild"
I was the wild child.
Sex and drugs and rock and roll' Honestly it's surprising I didn't end up in more trouble than I did, although it did have it's moments.
Sometimes the universe turns in a certain way, and the child with the adventurous spirit is born into a place and time that allows her to run pretty much unrestrained. With six older siblings and one younger one, all with serious problems of their own, and parents who were overwhelmed with their own issues, what I wanted, needed pretty much got lost in the shuffle. I wanted family, home, a safe place, guidance, when I didn't have it I went looking for it. Every time I left home - and there were many - I was never quite sure whether I was running away from something or running to something.
When my father left me to live on my own when I was 14, I opened my home to my friends and in the end a lot of hangers on, to kill the silence of being alone. Make no mistake I had one hell of a good time. I was always mature and 'grown up' for my age - it was what was expected of me - I fought any and every intervention by so called 'knowing' authorities to 'protect' me. If nothing else I found their condescensions of my intelligence and maturity offensive. When at 15 I found myself back living with my mother again I discovered that you can never really go back. You might want to be young and naive and normal - but once you've lost that you don't get it back. I moved out on my own for the last time when I was 16.
I still drank way too much, was still surrounded by people who'd use me and I knew it, but I kept them around because it was better than being alone, I was frighteningly promiscuous in a time when it could have cost me my life - but no one knew that yet, substituting sex for love. We were the people our parents warned us about.
Eventually my search for love, home, security, led me into a marriage where I had non of above, but slowly but surely I grew up, made smarter choices, learned a few things, and understood myself, my needs, and the world a little better. I became a responsible adult.
But... late at night, in wee hours, the wild child still lives. Crank the radio up, pour a tall bourbon, and dance on the table tops. She still dreams of dancing barefoot in fountains, of sex on a moonlight beach, of singing drunkenly and offkey in small friendly pubs, of running away for the weekend - just because, of long wild road trips. It was her who believed for a moment that maybe, just maybe if she jumped off the cliff just one more time, this time she could fly - and she ran off to Portland, and then Australia believing in that dream. Ok in this day and age... maybe that's not so 'wild', but I was never interested in hurting anyone, vandelism, theft, that sort of thing, no I was just the feral cat, running wild and free. Now that the cat's grown up, she might have to show some restraint, but she'll never be leashed and she makes sure those fences are pretty wide.
The lesson I suppose is: it really doesn't matter how or why you got to this place, what made you 'grow up', hold on to the wild child just a little bit, keep the dream safe in a box and once in while take it out, and dance under the moonlight and know that if we're willing to take the chance - anything can happen.
It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.
I'm with you my love,
The lights shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up.
Chorus
Second verse
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love."
What can I possibly say about this that I haven't already said a hundred times before? My beloved husband has been away for nine months. I've talked endlessly about how much he means to me. I've posted at length how deeply I miss him. I've spoken time and time again about the profound effects this separation has had on me.
What words can I give you that begin to touch the way my heart swells, my pulse quickens, warm tears fill my eyes, when he looks at me? How can I describe the way my body aches to hold him close? How can I tell you that I haven't told you before that would tell you how safe and protected I feel in his arms? How do I describe how complete I am with him, how together we are more than the sum of our parts, that I am more me with him, than I am without him. Alone I live, with him I am alive.
There really isn't anything I could tell you that would give you the same sense of ecstasy in his company, or soul bearing loneliness without him - but then that's part of what makes it OUR love. If I could just give it to you it wouldn't be the magic it is to us.
"Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild"
I was the wild child.
Sex and drugs and rock and roll' Honestly it's surprising I didn't end up in more trouble than I did, although it did have it's moments.
Sometimes the universe turns in a certain way, and the child with the adventurous spirit is born into a place and time that allows her to run pretty much unrestrained. With six older siblings and one younger one, all with serious problems of their own, and parents who were overwhelmed with their own issues, what I wanted, needed pretty much got lost in the shuffle. I wanted family, home, a safe place, guidance, when I didn't have it I went looking for it. Every time I left home - and there were many - I was never quite sure whether I was running away from something or running to something.
When my father left me to live on my own when I was 14, I opened my home to my friends and in the end a lot of hangers on, to kill the silence of being alone. Make no mistake I had one hell of a good time. I was always mature and 'grown up' for my age - it was what was expected of me - I fought any and every intervention by so called 'knowing' authorities to 'protect' me. If nothing else I found their condescensions of my intelligence and maturity offensive. When at 15 I found myself back living with my mother again I discovered that you can never really go back. You might want to be young and naive and normal - but once you've lost that you don't get it back. I moved out on my own for the last time when I was 16.
I still drank way too much, was still surrounded by people who'd use me and I knew it, but I kept them around because it was better than being alone, I was frighteningly promiscuous in a time when it could have cost me my life - but no one knew that yet, substituting sex for love. We were the people our parents warned us about.
Eventually my search for love, home, security, led me into a marriage where I had non of above, but slowly but surely I grew up, made smarter choices, learned a few things, and understood myself, my needs, and the world a little better. I became a responsible adult.
But... late at night, in wee hours, the wild child still lives. Crank the radio up, pour a tall bourbon, and dance on the table tops. She still dreams of dancing barefoot in fountains, of sex on a moonlight beach, of singing drunkenly and offkey in small friendly pubs, of running away for the weekend - just because, of long wild road trips. It was her who believed for a moment that maybe, just maybe if she jumped off the cliff just one more time, this time she could fly - and she ran off to Portland, and then Australia believing in that dream. Ok in this day and age... maybe that's not so 'wild', but I was never interested in hurting anyone, vandelism, theft, that sort of thing, no I was just the feral cat, running wild and free. Now that the cat's grown up, she might have to show some restraint, but she'll never be leashed and she makes sure those fences are pretty wide.
The lesson I suppose is: it really doesn't matter how or why you got to this place, what made you 'grow up', hold on to the wild child just a little bit, keep the dream safe in a box and once in while take it out, and dance under the moonlight and know that if we're willing to take the chance - anything can happen.