03.14.07

Ides of March Escapee

Posted in Uncategorized at 5:17 pm by Miracle ♪♫

Hey, you!  Unconventional nonconformist you!  Knowing how peculiar your mind works, I am almost convinced that you intentionally over-stayed in your mother’s womb for a day just for the sake of dodging the Ides of March.  Well, March 16 is here again, you clever incarnate of weirdness… Happy Birthday! =)

Tada! For your special day I’ve come up with a partial list of your deviant feats;

At that time in my life when people were making me cry, you made me smile.
(Though that may seem easy and trite, it meant so much to me.)

When they presented flowers, you lavished upon me books, thoughts, and that endangered practice of conceiving poems - un-corny poems.
(I loved that.)

When most of them ceded “you’re out of my league” speeches, you refrained from saying anything and simply looked in and beyond my eyes. (That was daring.)

When some said they wanted to grow old with me forever, you declared that you wanted to live young with me forever.
(How poetic and romantic…)

When it was their turn to make me smile, you made me cry. (Dork! =P hehee Kidding!)

When they yearned to watch the moon with me, you took me there instead.
That was the best part… and all I can do is thank you for being uniquely crazy enough.

Thank you for existing…

P.S. Here’s a lovely song by Vienna Teng which she calls “Eric’s song.”  I’ll just unofficially borrow it from Vienna - or Eric, and devote this song to strange darling you.  I assure you, it’s way much better than the usual “Happy Birthday To You”!

Strange how you know inside me
I measure the time and I stand amazed
Strange how I know inside you
My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze

And of course I forgive
I’ve seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And of course I forgive
You’ve seen how I live
I’ve got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve

Strange how we know each other

Strange how I fit into you
There’s a distance erased with the greatest of ease
Strange how you fit into me
A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

And with each passing day
The stories we say
Draw us tighter into our addiction
Confirm our conviction
That some kind of miracle
Passed on our heads
And how I am sure
Like never before
Of my reasons for defying reason
Embracing the seasons
We dance through the colors
Both followed and led

Strange how we fit each other

Strange how certain the journey
Time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
Strange how this journey’s hurting
In ways we accept as part of fate’s decree

So we just hold on fast
Acknowledge the past
As lessons exquisitely crafted
Painstakingly drafted
To carve us as instruments
That play the music of life
For we don’t realize
Our faith in the prize
Unless it’s been somehow elusive
How swiftly we choose it
The sacred simplicity
Of you at my side

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