What word on sweet breeze my heart doth hear.....caught in minds mist.....thus written here........

Wild Rose

Oh beautiful rose

Thou sunlight kissed

This broken heart

In morning mist

Sweet tender tear

Eyes gently shed

Your cheek caressed

with upheld head

Chris

the moon and stars shine bright the closer one gets

I'm ready for lust

I'm ready for dreams

I'm ready for change

places and things

I'm ready, and there's nothing

I'm ready, it all feels the same

I know I'm ready, it's in my brain

I'm ready to feel, done with pain

I'm cursing and crying

I'm looking for things

I'm choking ,I'm dieing 

I'm lost in the rain

I'm completely alone

I'm completely insane

I'm completely prepared

I'm completely drained

This world is not my home

This life is only chains

the constant dripping is not the rain

this reality is constant pain

sweet dream

let me dream you again

sweet dream

let me hold your hand

Don't leave me this way

Please just stay

even if it's only

watching me fade away.

Chris
 

  Now as I prepared to rest, my mind began to work over time, All I had seen. All we had passed as we traveled, Where were we really ? Though I had followed and been aware of each passing moment, they were all colored by a sense of distance, and unreality. I wondered how , and why this had been. Was it protection for me so that I might not become disorientated within. or had it had it been to keep me unaware. So many thoughts to contemplate. Now was the time for rest, and I needed it . The travel had taken more out of me than I expected. One last thought to ponder,White gold, I could feel it in a way I had never noticed before. In the past it was only a ring on my finger but here it pulsed, and not steadily but it changed with circumstance...................

 just something that had caught my awareness. I think I had better be aware at all times for all changes. This was not home any more.

And There He stood I could not believe my eyes...

But he stood before me, as real as every moment of time ever passed. I wondered aloud at the sight, and the stars in his staff swirled. As they swirled I was carried away. His voice was the voice of stars and trees, rivers and oceans, The gentlest drop of dew from the petal of a "sweet william " early on a summers morn. A sound riding on the power of the universe. Gentle, kind, and yet power beyond imagination. "come with me, if you will" and I followed freely. Into the dark shadow of tree covered lanes, and the coolness of the shade. After a time we came upon a pool where he stopped and gently took a leaf and tilted it into his mouth. As I watched, struck by utter amazement, he smiled, handed me his leaf and said "drink" and so I did. This water pure and crystalline, lightly sweet, and energizing in a way I had never known. We walked for hours, or days, maybe months, I do not know. This leader passed through time as though he had never been bound in any way. With him I was able to cross the spaces in equal manner. I saw things I had never noticed before, and watched as trees, and mountain moved before him as though their respect was limitless, and because I was in his company the same respect was extended to me. I wondered aloud from time to time about something curious, and his answers were always simple, and gently spoken. Though I felt the power within his speech, I could tell it was reserved, and all I received was the care which one might extend to a curious child. There was only one time when I felt more, and it was when he spoke of her. He was leading me and fear was something I had no need of, He said it was she and her heart that had bid him come to me. It was she and her heart that sent him to meet me there at the edge of the woods.
 He revealed a small bit, but enough to send me reeling, though he was prepared. We had traveled across more than one world. We had passed through time, and passed lives by. More than I would have realized, or could have borne had I not been safe in his presence, and he asked me one favor. Could I maintain my trust? Our journey required it to be so. My answer echoed through time.... How could I not. So far I had followed. I would continue on. His smile grew as if space and time were distorting, and a glow saturated everything with peaceful energy, and he said Then you will meet the one you seek. I will deliver you safely. Then just as quickly he became somber and warning, but the is danger along the path. Your heart must be true, or you will never make it, and there will be nothing I can do..... Now rest, we are safe enough, and tomorrow we begin again.... and this I tell you all will be new for you. I see you carry power, and that is good, for only White Gold will do. Let us hope you are its' Master, and that it does not Master You.

Chris

 So silently I sit surrounding your being. I have come to share, and not only share, but to give. To give that which you do not know you need or even desire. It is there in the ether

, where your thoughts drift when you are seemingly lost. It is during those unguarded moments when I may touch your awareness without alarming you. In those delicate moments when I may share this gift which only I bear. There will be no change you may discern, and yet you will never be the same.

Some things we cannot change. Some roads we cannot diverge from, yet we must obtain certain things. That is why I am here for you alone in this place , no one else could bring the gift I offer to share. Some things are for you and you alone, as it has been said , ”look and gather all you want to, there is no one to stop you..... try it ” Never comes the day for my love and me, and if you knew me, you would wish not to. As it should be, it will be, for I would never take that which is not mine to take. I simply serve the purpose which I have been given. I give that which I have been given , I share that which has been shared. Choices are not mine to make. Dreams are mine to share and love is mine to give, it is not mine to take.

Look to your inner self, it will try to find you no matter where you go, and it will be a part now that you know. Always there , never more alone, you are at last home. When stars rise, when dusk is in your eyes, you will feel it. When quiet is all around, it will be the most tender sound, and you will know, and you will see. When it holds you close, it is then you are free. Rise, above all which holds you. Soar the skies, on these wings you may fly..... Eternity Awaits........ one of two..... two are one ....... where time has no meaning, beneath a different sun. There in a place where knots are undone and what is meant to be will be. In time we all come to see. In time we are all free.

Christopher Brent

"would the wind be at my back? could I get you off my mind this time?"

She says, it can be yours. I say not for the price your asking.......... after all, it's only a $200,000.00 car that barely over 500 were ever built.

I am a completely limited edition. only one, not another like me in the world.

. So many good memories , some pass with time, some are with us always.

Like coming home from work and being tackled by your children, and always having time to play with them I'll never for get those.

Or a little boy helping daddy and grandpa work on the cars..... a lot of soap and water cleaned the grease off and the memory will never wash away.... it left a stain I wouldn't remove for anything...

Then there was one of several recitals watching a little angel dance. I'd sing "Tiny Dancer" to put her to sleep.....

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and all the times we spent riding around the local park in the Tube frame or dune buggy...

I built this one all by myself after I survived a head on motorcycle collision.... everyone loved riding in it. Guess I've had some awfully good times. I really was a very lucky man in many ways. All you have to do is look around, and remember back a little way. Things can be awfully good.

Chris

  One day  I stood and watched the wind as it moved the curtain of reality before my eyes. And as the scene before me shimmered and swayed, I thought to myself....... if only I could touch that which I could see.......so I reached out..... and gently I felt the curtain slip...  .ever so slightly. Trying to move any more...... my hand simply moved  through the air......as the curtain slid back......reaching out again ......ever so slowly I once more moved the curtain of time... and in that moment I slipped through., and  into the dream before me. As I stepped out into the world once more, time had passed and I was in a place dreamed of as a boy.

  Was it yesterday.....or millions of yesterdays ago .......when ever........ I was just a boy and there walking beside me was a girl. As we rambled barefoot down the dirt road, we passed fields and flowers....clover and cane. With giggles and a smile she weaved for me a ring of red clover, then placed it on my finger..... as she placed daffodils and daisies in her hair, I smiled as a boy would, so shy was I. She was lovely as ever any girl had been . As we walked, we passed two horses, she told me how we would ride through all time together...and somehow I knew she was right.....
   We're still wandering through time ... still walking that dirt road .... how many years ......how many lives have passed I cannot say... but I still wear that ring of red clover.... in my heart.....in my soul..... ........

Chris

Forever Young

Times passing does not steal what beauty we may posses. That is ageless.

As we grow old and our bodies and features change ,true love lets those who have loved us, see us the same as we were.

In the soft light of love and passion the years slip away, and loves eyes still see the beauty that never disappears.

In the presence of my lover, warmed by passion, skin softens,time and age disappear. Looking into her eyes and smile, there I see the young woman I fell so deeply in love with....as if not one day had passed......there in the light of love two young lovers share one heart, as eternity reaches back and brings yesterday with it into tomorrow.

Chris

As I lie here drifting on the cusp of dream land, I heard a song playing in the distance of time. It told me to awaken and share this with the world.... my world. I live in a place few ever find. A place of magic and love, of dreams which may never come true, but they are sweet enough for the dreaming. Every bit as tender and sweet as the mulberries I used to pluck as a child from the heights of the trees I would climb to reach the very best.

Words have value. Especially words of comfort or friendship. Words of love, and there are many kinds of love,  have power to heal the broken parts of our lives. As I drifted, the music which plays in my head and heart 24 hours of every day , moved me to come here and share this. These words are for someone. For those who think this foolish, it is acceptable that you feel that way. It does not change the validity of my words. Times have changed, and people become tired and bored easily. If you are one of those, you will soon be bored, but if not your reward is in the understanding which comes with listening. This message is for you. This song was sung almost 40 years ago, it is a song of beauty, and of love.... and like the best Love, it lasts more than a moment. These are the words of lovers............ Make Me Say it Again.... may you learn from listening, lean back close your eyes, and listen to the words.

Make me say it again girl..... you're all I need

and now maybe I can go to sleep, while it plays in my heart

Chris