Rasta Robin sang.
When she gazed up on you, it was like she was looking into you, as if you are the most fascinating, interesting and important person on the planet. Calmness embraced the environment that is hers. An intoxicating potpourri of rare and exotic flora filled this air. Delicate lip kisses were warm honey. Wrapped-up in her, surrounded by a big blue Ocean, it created a powerfully calming experience for all the senses.
Just after the Sun breached the beach every morning, this Rastafarian Robin would sing, oh boy could this girl sing. The woman’s voice floated across dew kissed breezes, touched your skin like a butterfly wings. Song birds would quietly yield to her. One should be so lucky to hear an Angel sing. So am I, you are too, happens daily. What a great way to start the day with a song.
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Hello Yellow.
Sunshine wherever she was. Big curls with crazy eyes, with these big blue’s, she could see things I couldn’t. That big curly hair bounced as if dancing when she walked. Her enthusiasm and passion for arts was contagious.
Bright and cheerful, she encouraged me to become better acquainted with the color yellow. A dollop here and there adds a little zip to the dip. I looked at; buttermilk yellow, cornbread, yeller dawgs. sunlight, harvest moon, dandy lions and more. The sounds of colors, the touch and feel of yellow. Who knew there was some much “Yellow” in the world.
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Eyes of Gold.
I was visiting Istanbul, Turkey awhile back when I saw a woman in a Burqa for the first time, first hand, there she was. Dark fabric surrounding these eyes of gold. I was struck with this image. I can not recall a time when the color of eyes contrasted so well against another color. Dark fabric the back-drop to these eyes of liquified sunshine were before me, I was spell bound, I was temporally frozen, I should look away, but I couldn’t. What was behind the veil? She was dark and mysterious, sorta sexy. Forbidden to speak. I’ve heard it said, “the eyes are the window into ones soul.”
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