clouds-of-laughter

This is my wish for you. Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, hugs when spirits sag, sunsets to warm your heart, friendships to brighten your begin, beauty for your eyes to see, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, patience to accept the truth, courage to know yourself, love to complete your life.

The stillness in my sheets is calming.
It is said you can’t know love
till someone sleeps by your side
or writes your name with their eyes
but I fall in love every day.

I am kissed by the sunrise
I blush at the wind’s caress
I stumble in amazement
as I watch the clouds parade

I hear sincere laughter
or a lightly tickled guitar
and I dance for days
to their language of love.

—  “Love Language”

Walk in together, side by side
Your minds already far apart
Covering unspoken thoughts
With a guise of affecting silence.

The effect is not felt however
So the battle of moods goes on
Rank smells encase the nostrils
Familiar faces become estranged.

Laughter clouds you momentarily
With music gloriously entwined
You hate these pretending efforts
Exhausting, deadening your insides.

And yet, you are not pretending.
This is a party of passivists, play on.

—  the gathering of avoidance

This is my wish for you: comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life. 💓✨

same evening, sundown.
top pic: looking east on Gallatin canyon/ Yellow & Andestie mntn
bottom pic: looking west to Fan mntn wilderness area.
Love where I live :)

☓▐  rcbcrn

                 The violent sound of laughter clouded her ears and clashing thunder of goat
                 skinned drums echoed off the trees like a storm. They were like boars, wild
                 through each vine of their veins and howled to the night like brothers to the
                 wolves. They were raiders that claimed their own lands whenever they
                 pleased. Though through the excitement of their boastful celebrations did Alfhild
                 keep eye on the Monk sitting across the yard of burnt twigs. She had heard
                 him come from the far lands of the east, the men of England and Christians with
                 their petty God.

                 The shield maiden lifted herself from the log to make her way towards him, it
                 did not take long before Alfhild slumped down beside the stranger, tossing to
                 the side her bitter barley Ale.

              ❝You come not from these lands! What t’is yo’re name?❞