Concentric Circles

Thoughts of you perforate my normality. Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart. You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason, yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become the focus of my emotion - and I love you. Thoughts of you occupy my fantasy: constraints of responsibility lifted and living the dream. No need to think of others or what ‘ought' to be, just you and me laughing, living, loving. or riding on a stallion wild and free. In our normal life, the one of social expectation – where there are rules to keep and duties to perform – we spin in opposite wheels of existence, rarely touching: moments often wasted, afraid of what to say. Yet sometimes there are glimpses,a mutual acknowledgement; a lingering look, a tentative touch, an innuendo, toe dipping in the water of possibility; testing the temperature in case one day we dare to dive in and swim in the illusionary sea of our reverie. Yet, in reality or fantasy, one thing rings true; one golden thread; one commonality; whether in my dreams or in my waking: whether riding on a stallion or performing the dressage of normality, when I look into you eyes I know I love you, ……………and I feel you love me too.