Thoughts from 2015
Let me tell you about the magnificently amazing youthfulness of positive vibe. She’s a spirit whose heart glows so beautiful her love flows from head to toe. Whose love is so powerful no smile may fall to a frown, so sweet few refuse to greet. This is the positive vibe that I know, the essence we all want to show, the spirit we hope never to let go.
When the sun sets over the horizon and we are left alone, we watch the sight of all of our might slip away in her final rays of light. Her hand falls from our grasp, we tremble as we linger and waste. We yearn to taste one more touch of her grace.
The dark beauty returns in her stead and she wreaths us in her embrace. As she holds us we watch dream after dream crumble to dust, till we become a mountain of broken antiquity. Our skin shrinks tightly around our fingers and the flesh of our form pulls tightly over bone. The negative vibe of the dark beauty is eating us alive, and soon we know that we be no more than a husk of our former glory.
As we slowly lurch toward our final moments, the memory of the great positive vibe begins to disintegrate. We begin to believe that she never existed at all. Not a trace memory of her lurking about the dust bunnies and cob webs. We begin to believe that it is as it has always has been. We feel alone and abandoned and love seems like a mystery, a fable, a simple a legend in a story book.
As we look up to say our good bye, it is then at that moment we see an ethereal sign. A glimmer, a shinny yet pale glow dancing in the sky. A reflection beckons our eye, a lunar message with a silvery trace. Our heart and soul are laced with the silken strands of her grace, it is the voice of our long love. Her words are soft and pure fitting us perfectly like a glove and through harmony we will find love. She says we will see her again, and soon we shall know. Our love, our positive vibe speaks true to our heart, she tells us that to be true to ourselves we must marry good and bad, we must love to be happy and sad.
In this slightly solar lit eve we begin to perceive the relationship of positive and negative and the arranged ever eternal marriage we have with it. The stillness of the air is no longer brutal, and the quiet is no longer unbearable. We no longer miss the pitter patter of her feet, her sighs and musings. We no longer miss feeling her warmth against us, nor her tender touch and the sweet kiss of her lips.
Now we have peace and harmony, for we know she will return, and upon her return she will leave once again.