<p>We met there amid the swirling currents of lives and emotions. Her voice clear above the din ,calls to me out of the past. Though it has been more than 10 years now I can still taste the scent of the air. I feel the drift of the music and the winds of the universe blow through my mind as on that evening. Rising high above the physical being, we soared through the eternal sky. One heart, one mind, one with all those who shared the path beyond the threshold of the spell cast in minds eye. Absent and present the hand holds the secrets of the heart tenderly to share with understanding for those who release their bonds and escape this prison. We are there, just beyond. If you do not understand, maybe one day you will.... we are there, we are one, we are eternity..... lost at last
2001 The Pignic at Laytonville a time never to be forgotten. I still carry the gift from above.

L’argent est la lune dont la lumière brille
Sombre est la nuit, tu n’es pas le mien
solitaires sont le temps quelques instants après le temps
soif ces lèvres au goût de votre vin doux

Christopher Brent

translation;

Silver is the moon whose light shines
dark is the night, you’re not mine
lonely are the moments time after time
thirsty these lips to taste your sweet wine.

Hello all my dear friends. at this moment I am traveling. Currently I'll be here in I think the one place in the world I love more than any other.... New Orleans. If you listen to the song the sound is what my heart sounds like as I walk these streets and I do love the people here. I am glad to be back here, I have missed you all.

Christopher Brent

Christopher Brent

Back and hoping for a future..... say hello please

To the dream we once were. Please forgive me for dreaming of love that could never be. How I longed for us to be all the pretty pictures that danced through my imaginations. We were so beautiful together, and I got so lost in all the dreams of what we could have been…… there so deep in my imagination. Even now we are so hard to escape.

The love and the pain I see and feel in what is left of us, our child. She is all our best, and all our worst tied up in such a beautiful package that it tears my heart and soul in two. I know that for what is left of my life, this dream will always be at the periphery. There is no hope though. It is a dream with no ending….. and , no reality. Still , late on nights such as this I awaken with tears in my eyes, and sorrow for what could have been, if only in my dreams.

Your spirit will always dance free. There within sight, and just out of reach. I think what holds me is your smile, and your eyes. Some way they fooled me into believing that we really were, when all the while we were not at all. There is no condemnation in this statement, it is only you, and a part of your beauty. You will always be the “Tiny Dancer” I sang of so many times, as I put our daughter to sleep so late in the night.

Forgive my being lost in the dream even now, if you can. I know I will never escape the hold it has on me. I am happy though for you to be happy, and hope and pray for nothing but the best for you.

Always, and Forever.

Christopher Brent

She takes my hand and leads me through lands and dreams I do not know.

She holds my heart as it beats so deeply in the night and the mist is magic

Who and where, where and when, it is there she comes again, unknown, unseen

All is peace and calmness in the places she walks, the places I follow

It is there I long to be, watching as the world changes, and time is no more

She stands beside me speaking. I hear and I see, unbound and free

There where she walks, it is we, and the palace faces the sea

sand between our toes, her hand in mine, her lips a rose

Dance for me Princess as I stand in your spell, cast with jasmine scent

my life is but time spent, spent in your magic and your taste is on my lips

my eyes trace your body through veils of gold and only your eyes I hold

one day, one night ,shadow of sun, and pale moon light, arise in my sight.

Christopher Brent

You got a real type of thing going down, there's a whole lot of rhythm going round......

Burn it up !

Or does it just place time between us and the situation?

 Memories, and dreams. Which is which, and what is exactly what it seems to be? When can we be sure what is really real? Is this the dream which will last and become reality, or is it just another moment in time when foolishly I will make a wrong choice, or have I finally found that which I've sought after for so very long? How can I tell the difference when they feel so very much real, and sure? So very much the same. Hopes and answers are so far apart. sometimes I am so very lost. I look back, and I look forward.  It seems I slowly become aware of just how little I know. No matter how long or deeply I study this life, all I learn is that the more I learn, I simply become more deeply aware of how little I know and understand of all that surrounds me.

I think sometimes I would trade away all my life for one moment of 100% pure clarity and understanding. Maybe then I could understand the biggest question of all..... WHY?
Religion says God has chosen the simple things to confound the wise. I must be extremely wise, because I look at my life and am confounded, and confused, so deeply, and in so many ways. I am a blind man  in an endless round maze, seeking a corner.

Chris

one step at a time

All of me life I've been looking for something.....

Imaginings, and hopes........ and dreams