Missing You

I miss you
I don't know why
I think of you but I think of others
I want to see you but I want to see others

I miss your face and how it feels beneath my fingers
I miss your smile and how it feels beneath my lips
I miss your breath and how it feels on my body
I miss your voice and how it sounds in my heart

Your face is not enough now
Your smile is not enough now
Your breath is not enough now
Your voice is not enough now

I need your touch on my skin
Need your lips on my cheek
Your weight on my chest
You in me

I want to see you because there is no other
I think of you because there is no other
I know why
I miss you

Day Trip

Windows

Sunday was spent on a day trip at the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch railway with the bearded one.  The sun was shining, the trains were shiny and beautiful and the company was fab.  Went up and down the line several times on various different engines and had a surprisingly fun day!  This was the only shot I was brave enough to lean out the window for, and I'm really quite happy with the reflections of the flowers in the nearest window.

Sonnet

The way you laugh and hold my grasping hand,
The way you smile and kiss my hungry lips,
The way I love you more than I can stand;
Your eyes, your arms, your fingertips.
You always make me smile when I feel blue,
You know the things that turn my tears to joy.
Your words cast spells, make me think just of you.
The only thing I want now is you boy.
I want to share my day, my ups and downs,
I want you in my arms, to feel you near.
I want to see your smiles, and more - your frowns.
When we're together there's no thing I fear.
My world is you - my life, my love, my heart;
My love runs deep - these words are but the start...

A Summer's Day (working title)

Breathing.  Sighing.  Talking.  Laughing.

A summer breeze through the still bare trees.

Breathing.

Napping in the sun on a crowded green.

Sighing.

Kisses and hugs among nibbles and mugs.

Talking.

Throwing and kicking and missing a ball.

Laughing.

Hoping.  Wishing.  Holding.  Dreaming.

Watching from a distance while sitting in the centre.

Hoping.

Knowing that this day was unique in every way.

Wishing.

Photographs.  A video.  Building memories.

Holding.

The first fun of the summer still to come.

Dreaming.

Dancing.  Hugging.  Kissing.  Sleeping.

The hold all wrong, to laughs instead of song.

Dancing.

Two arms, two souls, two hearts, connected.

Hugging.

They meet, they stay, meant to be this way.

Kissing.  Sleeping.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Today, something a bit different for you.  I'm feeling sentimental, so I wrote.  This is what came out.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

When the train stops and the door closes, we hide in our cocoons and wrap ourselves in memories of a time that was.  A time when we were all together, all one, connected by our passion and our love.  Time was not present then.  We lived for the moment, for the next pose, next step, next note on the scale.

What is to become of us now?  We will return, but we will not be us.  We will be broken, we will not be complete.  Those that were will no longer be.  At least, will no longer be with us.

All we have now are memories.  Frozen images and empty songs.  We are changed.  We are each other, and we are ourselves.  We have taken, we have given, we have emerged anew.

Summer begins...

Summer Portrait

And so the summer has begun.  To celebrate, me and the flatmates sat out on the lawn in front of our block of flats and did absolutely nothing in between lectures.  Except play tag and make daisy chains.  But isn't that what the summer is for?  Yes, I appreciate it's only March, but we're British and sunshine equates to summer for us.

I love how the natural light makes her look even more beautiful than she usually does.  Something about the light bouncing off her hair.  

Post show blues

Titanic cast

A photo not of my own today, and a slightly shamed face!  It has been so long since I have even looked at this blog due to the business and excitement of performing in Titanic the Musical at the Redgrave Theatre Bristol with the UWE CPA.  Quite easily one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life.  I don't think I've ever experienced such closeness in any cast I have worked with, and I sincerely hope the majority of them come back for next years production.  I have made some fantastic friends and met some truly wonderful people who I will never forget.  I wish we could keep going with the fun of rehearsals and the excitement of performances, but alas we have come to the end of our voyage.

So a big thank you to everyone involved - I can't believe I won't see you all three times a week, and I don't think I can deal with the fact some of you won't be there next year!  I will treasure my award for being 'a brave soldier' (performing with damaged ribs is never fun!) and will look back forever on the numerous pictures whenever I feel glum.

Love to you all.  Alas, we will not meet tomorrow....

Thanks to Hannah Baker for the photo!