Thought for today:
" Oh music of sweet delight that fills the morning air, brush by the grasses as you rendezvous with memories of your lover in the old corn mill of the past. Imagine what could have been, if only you'd possessed the courage to return his love that he freely offered. Though he was not free to have offered it when he did, he gave it up gladly and unconditionally. When he was free to love you openly, you were no longer available to receive it and left him heart broken and forevermore bruised to the possibility of further romance. During the years of lost contact in-between, you closed your heart to the advances of all men, and had reconciled yourself to marriage of social convenience with another for money and security. Now your lover of old, your one true love lies dead and shall not be seen on this side of the green sod ever again. He lies buried behind the old corn mill of his youth; the place where once you met daily in sweet surrender and where you now secretly return in the autumn of your life and play your strings of refrain once more among the ferns and grasses of love lost and bitter regret. Soon.......soon my love, we'll be together once more; this time never to be parted by any earthly force." William Forde: July 15th, 2013.
" Oh music of sweet delight that fills the morning air, brush by the grasses as you rendezvous with memories of your lover in the old corn mill of the past. Imagine what could have been, if only you'd possessed the courage to return his love that he freely offered. Though he was not free to have offered it when he did, he gave it up gladly and unconditionally. When he was free to love you openly, you were no longer available to receive it and left him heart broken and forevermore bruised to the possibility of further romance. During the years of lost contact in-between, you closed your heart to the advances of all men, and had reconciled yourself to marriage of social convenience with another for money and security. Now your lover of old, your one true love lies dead and shall not be seen on this side of the green sod ever again. He lies buried behind the old corn mill of his youth; the place where once you met daily in sweet surrender and where you now secretly return in the autumn of your life and play your strings of refrain once more among the ferns and grasses of love lost and bitter regret. Soon.......soon my love, we'll be together once more; this time never to be parted by any earthly force." William Forde: July 15th, 2013.
