i sit by gothic beauty
and i am jealous of the birds that cling to its beams
they know what it's like to live and breathe amongst arcaic truth
i want to be them
seeing the city from the safest of places
holy gothic walls allow them sanctuary
where is my sanctuary?
here? amongst the spaniards?
there? somewhere else i want to be?
i walk at night
to feel a sense of comfort
in the sun the city screams at me
and i smell it's heat
by the moon it sings to me
begging me to explore its cobblestone paths
and so i walk
alone
not wanting to go there
not sure if i'm here
too scared to admit what i don't know
i speak to be free
i run to stand still
i hope to hear my hope breathing
guiding me and calling me as the bells do the birds to the tower
here
in some arcaic truth
in front of this gothic beauty
i am alone
but i am smiling
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Hey Cyndi, How very excited am I for all of the things you are getting to do. It's a once in a life time chance. Your first venture from home waters. I am in wonder of the Catherdaral and wish I were there to enjoy it with you. Shine as the star that you are and enjoy every second. Love Grandma J
I believe it. Oh what a hopeless romantic I've become.
Sometime I will have to tell you about walking 3 miles home at 12:00am in Costa Rica with my roommate, getting lost and encountering crazy drunk men. Then thinking we were going to get raped by creepy men driving slowly past us in a car who then jumped out of the still moving vehicle and ran toward us. Good stories. Ones I think you will appreciate.
Speaking of liking honey too much: What is life without a Cyndi to share lavender honey steamers with?
Cyndi, you are such an amazing young woman and I am so proud of you! I love reading what you have written -- just one more of your many talents! Take care sweetheart. I love you. Aunt Barbara
this is entirely wonderful. entirely. and i am running to stand still beside you. even across the continent.
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