Sweet Sublime

Sweet sublime the taste of an oyster strange cold and true like drinking sea water but not being sick being lifted up A lime...tart and chilled...in liquid dipped and it dives then lifts me up...I feel lighter a hot water shower...such comfort is truly one...a child's gift of sublime Give me lemons and limes give me oysters and little neck clams give me raw tuna and salad and ice cream give me life! That I can not argue with you about anything that went before make me breath in simple pleasures bread oven warm with butter and a dash of salt or served with Italian true deep green olive oil give me white napkins and music...Italian...or French or Sinatra music playing ...sweeping me Give me Opera lifting questing searching striving attaining height lift me up with lighting... the suns cast at end of day sideways glances...illuminating the bushes...the greens the shadows it casts chairs become monuments to time when someone sat there and a mere limb on a tree become symphony rescue me with grace and glory...simple and little and priceless let me remember always the smell of coffee downstairs that a friend has made in my decadent leisure of sleeping in when I was meant to serve...to get up and make coffee that they could wake to that scent Give me friends...beautiful kind friends who spot you wake you...give a coffee scent to... hope of today when your soul is just too tired to wake your body to beaten to rise and you just desperately need a reason to rise "fall down 7 but get up 8"