For Talisse

Posted on December 29, 2015 by bohemianopus

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I wrote this for my new granddaughter:

When I look in your eyes, I hear the soft strumming of a mandolin, punctuated by finger cymbals.

The universe celebrates your birth by dancing a giddy Tarantella led by a magic dragon strewn in a million flowers.

When I look in your eyes I see swaying palms
and olive trees of peace.

The precious fruit of life bursts forth and nourishes
your soul.

When I look in your eyes, I see perfection
wrapped in a soft pink cloak.

About bohemianopus

I live a gypsy’s life. I dance to the music in my head when no one else is looking. I can hear the stars sing, taste the sky, and see music in living color. I talk to animals. And the homeless. I believe that open fields are for flowers, critters, running, and making love – not war. I love to feel the sand between my toes, the wind in my hair, and the rain on my face. I often contradict myself. No I don’t. I hate to drive and sometimes hit the curb when I park. When I am bored, I fantasize about being a famous Broadway star. I do not know how to merge, speak Lithuanian or cook. I am West Coast in a Jersey sort of way. I can not tell a lie with a straight face. I think there should be an “off” switch for obnoxious, loud or boring people. I keep a sleeping bag in my truck in case I simply don’t want to leave. I once owned a heavyweight belt signed by Mohammad Ali. I am loved. Most importantly, I cherish each day as if it were my last.

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