Yellow Sky Morning, Yellow Sky Night, Soulmates in Love

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Orange Yellow Sky Love  6:30 am

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Soulmate Sky Over Mountain   6:25 pm

Starbucks was nearly empty this morning, when I arrived sometime after 11 o’clock and when I arrived, a few people were just leaving –one was a woman wearing a two-toned pink outfit that stuck out from the bottom of her black jacket. When I got in line, there was a woman in pink by the fire. She got her black leather jacket on and left. And there was a woman in line wearing pink with her toddler boy in stroller. She wore a pink top with a dark green zippered sweater. Her friend with her toddler girl, wore a green sweater too. It was lime green.  And my heart longed for Anna Dirksen. 

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Habitat with Dark  6:47 am

The two women with children sat behind me and discussed cashmere sweaters, their labels, and their times of trying them on. Mild jazz piano played in the background. The little boy was making strange funny noises while shaking his head back and forth. His mother said with a smile, “He’s never done that so much before.” The little girl followed suit, shaking her little blonde head and then there was squealing with glee. “I’m very glad I decided to have Ray,” said the woman, “It makes things more interesting.” Just at that moment, a black woman came in wearing a soft pink long sleeved sweater and a furry dark grey vest, along with black slacks.

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Darkness and Light  6:47 am

What she got could be a cup of crushed ice, she sipped it with need as she left. The sky was crystal blue and so pure –baby blue, a gorgeous blue with scant cloud, white clouds looked like puffs of clean smoke. Some looked like curly white hair, or wisps of the finest fur, and some looked more like unpolished nuggets of white marble or alabaster chunks. A woman arrived with a pink purse but she didn’t stay very long –she left rather abruptly.  A man that I’ve seen here wearing black and white striped clothing arrived, with his girlfriend for a change.

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Fog Presence  6:58 am

She wore a red sweater with a pink and white band around the shoulders. The couple sat by the fire. White tufts of clouds moved quickly, and spread out equally in distance, some looking more like creamed Styrofoam. And I remembered my dream –rather upsetting it was. I strolled past what was a chasm, and I dropped my acoustic guitar down there –accidentally of course – I didn’t mean to do it. A terrible accident. And so I ran down to fetch it, and found my guitar smashed to bits, lying in the dirt. My guitar was broken in fragments, and I began to weep for it, because I could no longer play a tune on it.

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Betwixt Centered Yellow Morning Light  7:00 am

What a strange and upsetting dream –my guitar is quite fine, actually. A woman walked in wearing pink –a pink cotton sweater with hood. A woman arrived with her child –a baby in stroller dressed in pink. A woman with child watching me. Her little girl wore bright yellow. Many more people arrived. And Bessie Smith sang, “I’ll love you always.” A woman came in with her child –a little girl in a pink skirt. A shiny pink hair band for her ponytail.

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Trees by Her River of Love  7:12 am

The woman with her pink baby approached the table next to me for the newspaper. She smiled and said hello. She wore a deep purple cotton fall sweater. Her baby wore a pale pink coat, with little pink running shoes. The trees in love were burgeoning yellow –more yellow than they were green –a beautiful yellow leaf scene. The sunlight was clear, it was bright, casting clear-cut shadows on walls. Two sparrows landed on terrace chairs, puffed up and observing then hopping on the stone terrace floor full of cigarette butts. One bird must have received a call –they sped off instantly, and were gone.

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Her Glistening River of Love  10:57 am

It was a beautiful fall morning. I was in love with Anna Dirksen. She gave me a sky gift of yellow. A woman arrived wearing blue –a pale blue cotton coat, with black skirt, black stockings, black shoes. She carried a dark blue shoulder bag. Her stroller was covered in blue –a two-tone blue square patch quilt, with a light blue border around it, to keep her sleeping baby warm. The stroller was black and blue. Beneath her blue coat she wore a pale blue cotton sweater. So much blue fabric concentrated around a single person.

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Cyclists, Block of Eight  2:04 am

Just then, another woman came in wearing blue –a blue cotton sweater with hood, along with a black leather jacket, and a vivid pink and black knapsack. A woman came in wearing blue –a long and vivid blue scarf, along with a black leather jacket. A woman came in wearing blue, but she seemed to have disappeared. And a very large tuft of white cloud arrived in the midst of blue sky. My heart was with Anna Dirksen, with her I was feeling secure. I felt strengthened by her Yin force of will. Anna showed me the deep yellow sky, bringing a tear to my eye.

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Clock Tower by Her River of Love  4:50 pm

She showed me more deep and dark clouds this morning, over the casino centered, along with the yellow sky. She took me to her river of love. I sat with her there for the morning. Her love river glistened in sunlight. And I was so much in love. Anna showed me eerie grey fog, and two betwixt in the distance, centered –with more yellow sky in the vast distance. Anna showed me the block of eight with the cyclists on their pathway, she showed me the clock tower at a distance, and the soulmates in the sunset.

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The Whole Thing by Her River of Love  5:25 pm

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Soulmate Centered, Yellow Sky  5:40 pm

Anna showed me the mountain with yellow light, until it was completely dark, and only small white lights speckled and shone. And these scenes were to me scenes of love, and I received her love with much love. The love between us very real –I feel blessed sharing this with her, in bliss, she’d be my wife. I love Anna Dirksen. A woman arrived with her daughter. The woman wore pink slacks with pink jacket, along with a beige trench coat.

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Soulmates, Sunset  6:12 pm

A woman arrived dressed with green –green shoes, a green sack and a green scarf. The woman in blue pulled her baby from the stroller –the baby was awake. The baby wore a two-toned blue coat, and she was dressed up in pink. The little girl stood in her mother’s lap –she wore little orange running shoes. Her mother played with her daughter’s hair. People watching the child smiled. The woman wore a pink top under her pale blue sweater. Her daughter was obviously cute. A woman arrived wearing pink –a pink T-shirt that had the word Rock in white printing, she wore a white button sweater that concealed the rest of the words.

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Soulmate Silhouettes  6:25 pm

I saw Paralympian Arly Fogarty with her –the two sat out on the terrace. I glanced at her and she smiled. She seemed to be relaxed. A woman came in wearing a purple sweater that had a collar with pink lining. The woman in blue with her pink baby packed up and then they were gone. I wanted a child with Anna. I wanted Anna with child in my life –more than anything else, anything at all. “If you love your baby, just tell the world you do,” sang the jazz artist at that moment. And I love Anna Dirksen, truly.

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Meeting of Golden Light  6:32 pm

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Mountain Light  6:42 pm

Out on the roof, the air was cool, a wild melange of clouds in the sky. Distant and huge clusters of cloud, and above them streaked furry frosty ones –mottled like scuff marks and creased, almost like ghostly seaweed, or impressionistic forests of spirit trees chaotic and rambling, or uneven layers of ice sheets. Occasional tiny flashes of light –I’m not sure it’s a trick of the eye. Some clouds were like ancient tufts of unkempt hair, like on the shroud of Turin. The blue beyond was so far away, too high to want to imagine.

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In Sweet Fire  6:55 pm

With wispy ones like jets of still steam, and odd rows and alignments of clouds, a complex and prodigious happening, and abundance and reams of detailed tufts as deep as the my eyes could picture. The trees near to me nearly still or inwardly resting –no outward searching, but quiet, reflectively in repose. Seven sparrows flew in formation. Amazing combination of pairing and shifting rank placement. Seven unfolding of sparrows working together in flight. The trees around me were silent. It was quite cold on the roof top today, a frosty chill to the air –in the shade at least.

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Her Black Potency  7:11 pm

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Soulmates with Stars  9:20

In the sun it was slightly warmer. I was at rest within me ever alert and quickened to love for the love of my life, the heightened sense of attention that comes with the minding of my soulmate, Anna Dirksen. I’m quickened for her all the time; anxious for her to read these words that I have written for her feeling so stirred, till I find her in my arms, together with me. And even then, I would not rest. How could I rest, with her close beside me, the one that I love so? I would always be stirred for my love, waiting upon her, loving her, the one that stirs my very soul so completely –how could I simply rest? To trace her perfume, to seek her romance, to embrace her softness and strength, for my one true love, Anna Dirksen, my heart beats for her loving command.

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Opposing

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Relating

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