Palm Sunday
The First day of Spring
Treebeard: I believe you will enjoy this next one, too. It is one of my own compositions. Ahem. 'Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland halls are green and cool, and the wind is in the west, Come back to me
Come back to me,
And say my land is best.'
Come back to me and say my land is best.
I want to hold her at night. I want the spring air blowing in the window. The only light from candles softly illuminating her dark brown eyes. I want to hear her ask me to hold her so tight. I wrap my arms around her as tight as I can when I begin to relax she protests with a demanding 'no' and I wrap her tighter still. I want her hands on my stomach as she tells me how attractive I am. My hands, one gripping her thigh the other on that beautiful face as I pull her close to kiss her. I want to kiss her soft neck, her fingers in my hair and down my back. Her hands on my butt before they move up to pull my tuft of hair. I want to stop and look her in those eyes, just stay in that moment. Hold it there like a photograph our bodies so close and our eyes meeting. In that moment, in that silent spring air with the candles burning slowly, Sleeping at Last playing softly I want to tell her again, I Love You Bea. With all of my attention on her and hers on me, in that moment that's when I want to tell her. Nothing on the planet, in the galaxy, in the universe but her and me. I want to take both my hands around her face and pull her lips to mine. Kiss her long and hard. I want her head resting on my chest as I run my fingers through her brown hair. Her hand moving towards my arm pit and I beg her not to tickle me. I grab her arm and try in my most stern voice to tell her to stop. But she gives me that gorgeous devious grin and lunges to tickle and I can't stop squirming and I'm trying to hard to beg her to stop until I am completely out of breath. Finally after enough petitions she concedes to my request and shows me mercy. She would rest her head again on my chest, "Adam, I feel so safe with you" She would say. "Adam can you hold me tighter?" my heart turns to ice cream in August when she makes the request. "Adam, do you like me?" I want her to look up towards me, my hand on her cheek, and tell her "Bea, You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love You so much, yes Bea, I like you." I want to call her family. I want to fall asleep with her in my arms spooning so tight until the sun pesters us that there is more than just this moment in the universe. I want to hear her half awake demands that I never leave the bed as I attempt to slip out to make her some coffee. I want to kiss her no matter the morning breath because to kiss her is so much more than a sensory stimulation. It's an expression when my words fail me and my brain isn't capable of processing all my heart feels. When only a kiss can truly articulate exactly how that moment makes me feel in the morning sun. When she stresses about her family, when she stresses about her friends, when she stresses about her future I want to press her so tightly into my chest and tell her "I'm here, I'm for you, and I will never ever leave again. I will go to the mountains with you. I want to take all your stress and worries and I want to carry them for you but I can't. All I can do is be present and kiss you. But Bea I know everything will be fine because I know how wise you are and how brave you are and you have the best fucking heart I've ever encountered." I want to sit up in the bed with the morning noises coming through the open window and I want her head on my chest her eyes up at mine and I want that moment. I want time to stand completely still.
A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
I know I've had that moment several times God but I want more. I want a lot more.
I want those mornings when I'm a teacher.
I want those mornings when she's 40.
I want those mornings in a tent on a mountain.
I want those mornings across the ocean.
I want those mornings until our kids burst through the door and join us.
I want those mornings until Sadie jumps on the bed and crushes our legs under her massive weight
I want those mornings.
I want them very much so God.
I miss Bea.
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland halls are green and cool, and the wind is in the west, Come back to me
Come back to me, And say my land is best.
Visions - Jon Bryant
The First day of Spring
Treebeard: I believe you will enjoy this next one, too. It is one of my own compositions. Ahem. 'Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland halls are green and cool, and the wind is in the west, Come back to me
Come back to me,
And say my land is best.'
Come back to me and say my land is best.
I want to hold her at night. I want the spring air blowing in the window. The only light from candles softly illuminating her dark brown eyes. I want to hear her ask me to hold her so tight. I wrap my arms around her as tight as I can when I begin to relax she protests with a demanding 'no' and I wrap her tighter still. I want her hands on my stomach as she tells me how attractive I am. My hands, one gripping her thigh the other on that beautiful face as I pull her close to kiss her. I want to kiss her soft neck, her fingers in my hair and down my back. Her hands on my butt before they move up to pull my tuft of hair. I want to stop and look her in those eyes, just stay in that moment. Hold it there like a photograph our bodies so close and our eyes meeting. In that moment, in that silent spring air with the candles burning slowly, Sleeping at Last playing softly I want to tell her again, I Love You Bea. With all of my attention on her and hers on me, in that moment that's when I want to tell her. Nothing on the planet, in the galaxy, in the universe but her and me. I want to take both my hands around her face and pull her lips to mine. Kiss her long and hard. I want her head resting on my chest as I run my fingers through her brown hair. Her hand moving towards my arm pit and I beg her not to tickle me. I grab her arm and try in my most stern voice to tell her to stop. But she gives me that gorgeous devious grin and lunges to tickle and I can't stop squirming and I'm trying to hard to beg her to stop until I am completely out of breath. Finally after enough petitions she concedes to my request and shows me mercy. She would rest her head again on my chest, "Adam, I feel so safe with you" She would say. "Adam can you hold me tighter?" my heart turns to ice cream in August when she makes the request. "Adam, do you like me?" I want her to look up towards me, my hand on her cheek, and tell her "Bea, You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love You so much, yes Bea, I like you." I want to call her family. I want to fall asleep with her in my arms spooning so tight until the sun pesters us that there is more than just this moment in the universe. I want to hear her half awake demands that I never leave the bed as I attempt to slip out to make her some coffee. I want to kiss her no matter the morning breath because to kiss her is so much more than a sensory stimulation. It's an expression when my words fail me and my brain isn't capable of processing all my heart feels. When only a kiss can truly articulate exactly how that moment makes me feel in the morning sun. When she stresses about her family, when she stresses about her friends, when she stresses about her future I want to press her so tightly into my chest and tell her "I'm here, I'm for you, and I will never ever leave again. I will go to the mountains with you. I want to take all your stress and worries and I want to carry them for you but I can't. All I can do is be present and kiss you. But Bea I know everything will be fine because I know how wise you are and how brave you are and you have the best fucking heart I've ever encountered." I want to sit up in the bed with the morning noises coming through the open window and I want her head on my chest her eyes up at mine and I want that moment. I want time to stand completely still.
A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
I know I've had that moment several times God but I want more. I want a lot more.
I want those mornings when I'm a teacher.
I want those mornings when she's 40.
I want those mornings in a tent on a mountain.
I want those mornings across the ocean.
I want those mornings until our kids burst through the door and join us.
I want those mornings until Sadie jumps on the bed and crushes our legs under her massive weight
I want those mornings.
I want them very much so God.
I miss Bea.
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland halls are green and cool, and the wind is in the west, Come back to me
Come back to me, And say my land is best.
Visions - Jon Bryant