Dim the Lights

Reine, Reine

We made it reine, but now, is time to reine some more.

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peace, love, amie

T is for Tintinabulation

... or, Tintinnabulation - I've seen it both ways, but either way, tin or tinn, thank you Tony for tintinabulating me :)remember that road trip you bee came rich and fAMIEous! What fun! What fun!

M is for Missive

when Missive is meant,
and now I know what it means!

it's either a noun or an adjective

so,
it's a message,
or,
it's sent or about to bee sent

bzzzz ... thank yew, Mz Vee!

Patio Door Thank Yew

Yesterday, Tony wrote:

This is Living.

Rich,
Rich,

Rich are the few
who live
in this garden

Thank you
for sharing your time with me
and letting me sneak a peek
at the beauty
y'all call
family

This is Art.

Stranger than Fiction

Truth or me?

How much of me do you need

...before you Know it's me?

Santa Fe box car on cinder blocks

at one-fifteen, this was what you snatched and sent me
I am delighted to hang onto it for you, friend.

Here's why:

I have the biggest hunch i'm about to experience the best road trip... Maybe ever for me... Thanks for staying and keeping me connected.... Eighty degrees ... Beautiful and Vibrant ... Pearl jam on the player... Wind in hair and everything is shiny and beautiful

well, do me a favor - if you pick up any hitchhikers, please have them fill out a card so when I meet friends of their friends they can say, "[gasp!] You're THAT Amie!"

Oh... Thats awesome... I forgot... Goose bumps.... Lol... You rock ... so, you want me to pick up a hitchhiker today - that's new!

no, i just said ... :)IF(:

I may now... Thanks for the idea... :-) man, this is DQ country...

... milk and honey ... why tha fuck not?

The Temple

Once upon a time, a girl who looked a lot like me and smelled like me too had to run, run, run -

run away

from all she had built and all she had fashioned for her Self and the Selves of the others for whom she built

When she got tired, she paused

at the Temple

and the Temple paused with her

and one day,

Once upon a time that feels nothing like now, the Temple gave her a chocolate tree and whispered sweet lullabye nothings in her brand new ears

... yesss ... let it go, sweet child ... let it go and it will fly ...

let it fly - let it fly - you don't even have to say goodbye

Now lie here sweet child and let the faeries fly out of your chocolate tree and sing to you the songs they wrote when they first could feel your coming

you can hear it, you know

in the songs of the six teas - they could feel you coming

they knew your gypsy soul would need some rockin'

they could hear that little "something like a bird within [you] sing..."

chocolate tree

chocolate tree

let the music sugar tree rock you to wake up with me

your body is your temple

can your temple rock to sleep with me

sugar tree sugar tree

nothing quite as freely free as sugar from her

chocolate tree