There is SO MUCH I want to write here...
And none of it I will. Not just yet...
Aye, in due time, as the Spiral Rhythms of life spin me, and us, around.. and the time-- Father Chronos-- says time is due... then shall I try to vocalize the magic.

Until then, I lie quiet, and let the music do it's fill... I have said that a song all day on the mind-- unconscious or consciously-- is a bit o' magic reaching out to touch...

It is of this song-- ALL THE GIRLS-- I desire to write. And of this song I shall not...
Not here, not now.

"...Before"... yes, I have loved several before. And you know my bent from past posts-- that love may change, but NEVER leaves, never exits. Like the Mother/Maiden/Crone of the moon phases. But...
It is the ones I love NOW which have caused me break and ponder of the day long...
And the ones of today AND yesterday which have kept the magic of Julio and Willie Nelson on this feeble mind...

And to them, I dedicate this song... and this post.


"Loved" is past-tense. And doesn't fit into my sphere of belief.
LOVE.
Love IS.
And I am Blessed... for I love and am loved in return on SO MANY different levels of comprehension...

Thank You, Girls.

Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus