View of the Thames from Kingston Bridge 30th March 2008.My God! What would a **** be without her beautiful feathers? Cold, alone & dead in the water, that's what! It doesn't bare thinking about does it? The two go perfectly together with one another, always have, always will.
There is this **** that I know, you see. The most beautiful **** I have ever seen, ever. I see her sometimes in the park from my bike and whilst driving in my car. I see her in my sleep and I see her in my dreams too. She is absolutely everywhere!
Sometimes she is all alone and I want her so badly. Other times she has another **** by her side and I want to be with her so much that I would kill for her company. I shall never be entirely happy until I have her by my side and her wings envelope me and cover me with her soul, her warmth, her humour and her Love. What do I have to do to get her, to have her with me, to want me so badly that she never wants to let me go? Just what do I have to do?
She is a precious treasure, buried for centuries only to be unearthed and taken by someone else. But this treasure was always meant to be for me. For I had the map and I had the spade and I had the time and I lost her! She flew away and never came back to me, until now. I still have the map and spade and the time. And I have plenty of room in my heart for this most perfect of perfect *****. This most beautiful of all the ***** that there ever was!
I am the feather that belongs to this ****. To keep her warm and to help her fly, to keep her dry, to make her feel pure, magnificent, beautiful & Loved.
I am the river that will carry this **** and keep her afloat and feed her. I am the sky that will take her places, to places that she will have never been to before. Special places reserved only for Her & I. But why can't this happen? Why doesn't she fly away altogether and never come back? When will she paddle over to me and whisper in my ear that she wants me too? That she will be the **** for my feather?
Jason
(C) JPT 2008.........717.29 miles.
