Keepsake

Grey-blue crashing waves; pretty waters bordering,

The white,sandy shores

And my thoughts.

My surprised-eyes halted 

On that slurry,sun-bathy,smile. 

Bruce Wayne-style.

I have certainly been pierced before, with uncertainty, indignation,pain,

Desperate expectation, vain ambition 

But this - 

- This, doesn't hurt. At all. Nope, not a bit.

Just, pure, sunny, joyful

Blossoming, grinning,

Filling my vicinity

Dreams I've never seen,

Raining around me;

Very 21st-century-ish, yet

Ebbed in the vintage.

I just touched, the summer-day reflection

And stared incredulously at 

My burning fingertips.

It is all cozy,homely and yes,

Happy.

Such precise elaboration in my heart

- too pretty for me to unfocus from-

Should be written down in Old English Parchment, rolled,

And tied in golden ribbon.

I'm going to keep them hidden 

In My folds of lightening

Lest Nolan would paste them on Film and label it Inception.

Even if it won't be entwined in a delectable tale

My Planner will take care of it.

Wow.. Never saw 'this' coming.

It's been six years.

~ 2012.09.23