Episode 1: The Blue Jay and the Auburn Princess
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It was a beautiful Spring afternoon as a Blue Jay
swooped through the breeze the palm fawns had created through their wistful vibrations. I was sitting in my backyard typing and listening to the music of a time when love seemed endless. I was brought up on the thought that I wanted to convey on this platform and write poetry of different moments in my life where it has made me believe in what could seem a childish depiction of what may have caused these "magic moments". So I would like to oblige you the reader to hopefully be inspired through my epiphanies of poems and short stories of what love can make us do and change our lives forever. This is a new beginning as Aries season is about to end, and the start of my new blog series called "A Magic Moment". I hope you enjoy it! and don't forget to comment and heart the content if it makes you feel magic.
"Auburn Princess"
A follower of Christ is depicted by her name.
I was smitten and forever changed by the woman who is blessed and given thee by thy name... My Auburn Princess!! or prince who has slane the dragon and captured its essence.
I no longer feel in prison by the walls that surround me as I am found to be her prey.
She wears colors that are inspired by her mood. A sacral energy that could move your hips as I stood there. Face to face, with a woman who bewitched me with the colors of orange and red, and brown. I am greeted with Sun! and sweat drips down her salted skin from the ocean of her eyes meeting mine. Oh my God! Have I died? Am I no longer who I am or who was I? I am bewitched by the wonders of her world. I could gladly trade lives with a fly on her wall just to see her for one more "moment" like this.
I am unstable and completely leveled in her eyes. I feel for the first time that I can fly. So I paint, and I walk, and I run, and I listen. Am I even using my intuition? It's an underlying addiction this feeling of desire to float into your mind, just for one moment in time. I feel mine, but I would like to be yours. A kiss like wine could be exchanged, but I just sit in the beauty of rays. I could crash into you by how drunk you make me feel. So I wait and hope, as waiting for the next day. The Sun rises in the morning of your glory, and I hope, I can ever witness you set just to be a part of your story.