cinnomanbay's Journal

every time i tried to go home, the tall slender  woman with beautiffi; dark skin  and her wide  smile would look at me with a charm in her eyes, i would wait, walk back in forth in that little glass room, stareing out the window to the world i was thinking of leaving. i  saw people all moveing to the same song, music, filled the air, no one in pain, they worked,to the music, they played to the same song, as the ocean danced in  the mornings light. everynight it would rain, to cry that the day was done. as my loved one and i rocked in a tiny boat, dreaming of down island, not wanting to let go of one another. the moring came softly, tip toeing,  into the day, as i scrambled to catch a ferry to a majic island where fish each decorated with a different coat, played in the ocean floor.  they swam past, nodding  hello, there  pink yellow and green, out done by the other one, with  hi s golden head  and fin scales  oftorquise ,they passed each other as envy filled the tropical ocean's daily beauty pagent. the winner for me, was the velvet one with tiny diamonds,so little yet so beautiful, i latter found  a ring in mexaco., to remind me of him. as the sun meltednto the pacific ocean, like a puddle of butter,golden and sweet,irushed home to my blue eyed  dreamer.                                                                                                                 when we had a disagrement, i would go to that little glass room, to get on the next plane out, of there, there i was staring, at the little city where pain and coldness was not seen,and the people moved to a song by day and slept to a melody by night, i would look into her big brown eyes, and turn ever so slowly, and nod my head "no" and run back to a place that was my only true home, and a love  that fit  me like a velvet glove. her laughter at my attempt to leave would ring through the skys, she knew i had found a place for now.to heal, those wounds from the northern winds..