Fated Destiny

Do you believe in Fate?
   Do you believe in Destiny?

Woman in the Mist

Swirls of mist whistle through trees.
Stepping through the veil.
Shadows dissolve to form.

The click of the unknown.
A quick twitch of the lips.
The twinkle of green eyes.
A soft velvet laugh floats across the space.
The flush of stars.

Do you believe you create your life?
   Do you Believe?

Aesthetic Consideration

Raspberries and vanilla caress the palette.

Late afternoon sun warms the Violets.
The fleeting aroma catches on the wind and settles around the patio.

Osiria_Rose

Entwined fingers bob in a slow tug.
Swaying to and fro in the light breeze.
Soft press of lips to salty skin.

Leaves rustle above as nature breathes.
Audubon Oriole joins the chorus.
Osiria floats on the white and black bars.
Hints of the future float on the air.

The orange after glow of day illuminates the veranda.
Just a hint, soft and gentle.
A wisp of fancy floating at the corner of the mouth.
A fleeting look.
Layers of viridian mixed with humor.

Wishes to Life

Soft candle flickers lavender and jasmine into the air.
Wisps of smoke drift in a slow mist of abstract imagination.
Soft warm honey laughter dances with the mist.
A light caress of time with no beginning — no end.

Melding of spirit and thought into one.
At the intersection of light and dark, blank emptiness vanishes in brilliant unexpected hope.
Hand in hand gears click into place.
Strangers fade as new life blossoms.
Mischievous glances, quick snippets breath life into trust, love, peace.

Inception

Inception

   It started with a simple non-event.
A crossing of paths from a distance.
   Fate that intertwined the city streets.
One way signs here and there.
   Lost in the maze of building shadows.
The shuffle and bustle of humans near and far.

   The semi quiet of pre-happy hour.
Guests trickling and popping up in pockets.
   A glance across the marbled top buffered by colorful glass bottles.
A quick smile of recognition.
   Thoughts of fancy, flights of dreams, timeless countless years zip by.

   Smoke to fire to ashes.
It stared with a blink.