Busy Streets jam packed to the gills
Street food smells wafting up through the square
Art to Buy, Art to Make, Art for Sale
Just got to love it here.
Painted Faced children run around in delight..
Sounds of laughter are not hard to find.
That first taste of cotton candy..
Tis the best time of the year..
Spending time with my Sweetie.. mesmerized by the Warm April Air..
Words are knocking at the Windows of my soul.
Whispering ever so softly… rattling my proverbial cage
Pressing through trying as they may, they take their first long breaths.
It seems like a lifetime has passed since they had a voice.
A lifetime since they have managed to peek out of their darkness.
I hear them as they beacon to me.
Come, Play, Write..
It is safe now.
Come out and play in the Elysian fields with me.
I, We, They have won.
Conquered the silent darkness that so often plagues me.
Slayed it like a good dragon should be slayed.
St. George would be so proud of me.
I am followed now by crusaders of words lost and now found.
Adorned with a crown of Euphemisms, Allegory, Allusion and Metaphor.
Proudly I set them free..
Let their voices ring and echo, ebb and flow.
Clanging and clattering about like a thousand wind chimes.
Do you hear them…
Windborne like a thousand tiny dandelion seeds.
They dance around my mind.. gathering in clusters and colonies.
Finally Words take shape and pour-out, simply laid, falling right into place.