When a city is sad, I wish they all knew about you, the way I do, so they could all feel better, too. Just by the thought of you. You take away the blues! Boston blues via St. Louis Blues! Their sadness is as mine when waiting for you, and you haven’t appeared in a moon colored blue. Sunless days. Waiting for Godot. Poised, hoping. “Do you think she’ll come?” Wandering the dark stage in rags. The critics ravage it. “She never showed up!” I don’t blame them. Without her it’s like sending Elvis’s car on tour, but no Elvis. Some days have that romantic, dreamy energy. Which is great for a dreamy romantic. You’re only this way about her. She inspires the change. I couldn’t see it, and now I can’t miss it. She brings on the joy. You didn’t know you had it, and now it’s all you are! You live your life as if she’s already in it, in terms of your morals and behavior. It’s good advice. And even if she never is, it’s a beautiful way to live. Focus is narrowed to things that matter. It simplifies, and you’re so better for it. You reach that point where even those who did the worst to you – if their lives haven’t risen, and yours has – you don’t think, “Good.” Or, if you do have a passing thought, you’re human, but you get out of the thought, pray for them the best, and get back to her. You played your part, anyway. You had growing to do. Still do! You forgive any hatred, because, if you don’t, you are the hatred, and there’s no room for that. It doesn’t feel good. Sure, it can rally you. Inspirational speeches when people tell you you deserve more, you deserve better, but it’s like that sugar high. No real sustenance in such thought, and then you crash. Both thoughts are important if in the right order, you think. Like “lather and rinse,” two important steps, but if done the wrong way it’s going to be a long day with eyes that sting. If you’ve allowed toxic people, you install the firewall and the virus protection. You must protect your sacred space, if you are to be of any worth to shine. But, once that step is done, you don’t get riled over impassioned words that celebrate the self. You lose yourself in the selfless. You lose yourself in her. Because that’s the salvation, the real joy. Whatever it is for you. The salvation in the self forgetting. It’s where you’re found. It’s real love. There’s something to be found in the words of Giles who taught Francis. He kept it simpler: *Blessed is he who loves and does not therefore desire to be loved; Blessed is he who fears and does not therefore desire to be feared; Blessed is he who serves and does not therefore desire to be served; Blessed is he who behaves well toward others and does not desire that others behave well toward her or him. And, because these are great things, the foolish do not rise to them.* Giles of Assisi. They were canonized as saints. They’re offering to shoot you out of a cannon. So, at least there’s a sense of being in the ballpark on such things! She does that. She’s how you know angels are real. Not because she’s one – although she is! – but because there’s a whole team working with regard to her. You know each angel by the energy. Each angel by the way a wing moves, by the way a paddle moves in celestial waters. You feel as an angel in moments because you feel a steady protective love that never varies by the look or energy of the day. Some days have that dreamy, romantic energy. Some days have that stressed, real-life one. Those regular days. The non-magical ones. Where everyone seems tense. Or sad. Boston blues via St. Louis when in a New York State of Mind. Where you’re trying to catch a feeling. Then, you see her, and even if stress and strife are the energies of the day, seeing her makes you stop in your tracks, and pause in reflection, the way you would before a wading pool, a monument where streams flow and people talk in hushed whispers. She’s that beautiful. All the time. You’re that close to the divine. And the real world comes to a halt. She lives in the real world all the time. But the waters that flow into the streams come from her deeper place. It’s in the water. It’s in the air with her. Can you imagine being her friend? The endless gushing and innocent flirting, hopefully filled with things that make her blush or laugh. She gives you that tentative “yeaah, okaaay” face with hands extended, but it’s playful, the boundaries are known, and within those boundaries you work that space! You’re in your bliss there! It’s what you’re made to do! That space is the baseball player’s diamond, the baller’s court. Working that defined space! Laughing, silliness, buying up anything she likes in the hope one or two slip through the censors and makes it through! She’s the one every author’s thinking of in those great romantic novels. You’re sure it’s her! She gives you hope. That because someone so marvelous exists, and because you feel as you do, there’s magic under seat cushions, and magicians revealing missing coins from behind their ears! The joy of her! The joy of you! It’s so nice to love another! When free to do so, it frees me! Of my insecurities. Those muscles that need re-pumping. The wrinkles perhaps from too much coffee and too little sleep! You put a wrinkle in that! You’re sun and bubble gum and yellows and pinks. A home at the setai, and breathless trips on the fly. Celebrating you, laughing up the days, you’re summer vacation feeling that never goes away! A favorite dress! The dark and blue. Seeing you in those colors today, even before even seeing you! You’re as serious as they come. You’re as smart as they run. The voice of small business, it booms into big business! It’s always big business, because it’s you! But you can’t hide a water slide! Or stick a ferris wheel behind a tree! How could you hide your essence, your exuberance? Oh, the things you do to me! You’re joy! The joy of you! It comes out in the wash! My colors run. But it’s delirium! Just the thought of you! I feel my reward all the time, with you. And you sometimes wonder if your deepest wished rewards will come, and an angel whispers they will! Bigger than the Staten Island Ferry, they’ll need a few more boats to roll them in! Whatever it is – and with whomever you wish! – you’re carried sound along the sound! Your only wasted time would be in the worrying. It puts you in a little box when the reality is your magic is lighting up dots all over the map! You’re the hero in the story. Love stories. Adventure stories. Stories of magic. You’re the hero. The beloved central figure we find ourselves rooting for with such passion! When the adventure gets tough, we’re gripped to your latest plight, and utter, “How will she make it through?” Never “will she?” Always, “How!” because it’s a given our hero will find a way! You always do! And we all love you! You’re so beloved! You have class. And panache. You’re strong, with a heart that never steers you wrong! And, it’s a big heart! You’re a prescription for bliss! The perfect medicine, its ad only bearing such warnings as ‘may cause a thousand little deaths! Of absurd happiness!’ She knows you go deep. If she’s drawn to you, then that’s maybe why. But, she needs to know you’re loyal and true, to the very end. And, that’s even if she ever chooses you, if simply as a friend! You’d rather put your chips here, and lose, than win a lesser hand. That doesn’t have your heart. Because she is the diamond. Her eyes light the darkest places. She’s that powerful. She’s every bit the stuff of magic. The stuff of mystery. And you fall. And when you fall, you fly! And your reward is in the sky! She does that to you. All with a look! That look of hers. That tells you every little thing will be just fine. And you lose yer blues! Oh, wow, how she shines!! ❤️ ❤️