More news from nowhere.

I am back now, it's been a week. My soul appears none the wiser. One man threw my heart down, then stepped on it as he walked by, the other showed me great kindness. I don't know. I can never trust Jules again, and I hope to give my heart to Jim, but just not as it is now, somewhat wounded. I am projecting onto Jim, the fears installed in me by Jules latest actions. Not fair on Jim. Jim is amazing, a man worth crossing worlds for, a hero of a man. 

I need to take a step back, reflect on my heart and soul, spend time with myself and achieve the dreams I can achieve alone, knowing that the love, well it will follow suit, it will sort itself out. I believe that. I will detach completely from Jules; I will give Jim the space to come to find me if that is what he wants; I will continue on the path that I have chosen and someone's love will come to me, as a seed does to the earth, and that love will grow its course.

Mon Jules Vernes, by Beatrice Bailey

                                                       (Un poème pour Alex Petitpierre - 1999)    

          Mon pote, t’es toujours la    

Et tu m'donnes la mot

Ton sourrire me rechauffe

Ton esprit m’illumine:

Avec toi j’me sens jamais nulle

Meme si t’es pas mon Jules!

Notre famine sexuelle nous amuse

Meme si l’on se ment

Qu’on a pas besoin d’une ptite dose

Et puis, on se fume un ptit pet,

On s’explose la tete,

Puis un ptit massage

Et la Sangria de Carmen

Pour ouvrir la cage

Laissant sortir le marchant de sable

Nous amenant, lentement, avec lui…

Tu seras toujours, 

Mon seul et meilleur ami.

Cloths of Heaven, William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.