Playne Jayne

The sunshine is inviting me to come out and play.

The air is fresh and the breeze is warm.

But I’m not much interested in this world today.

For there are many lives that have yet to be lived.

There are far greater worlds to explore than that of which lies outside my window.

The worlds of paper and ink;

A sea of words splashed across pages held together by fragile spines.

Places of love, magic, tragedy, adventures, and more (much more).

I’ve danced with Mr. Darcy in grand ballrooms.

I’ve raged against the racial divide in Maycomb, Alabama.

I’ve partied in mansions with the grandiose Gatsby himself.

I’ve felt hopeless and terrified behind the bookcase in Amsterdam.

I’ve fallen in love

I’ve laughed.

I’ve cried.

I’ve traveled all over the world; visiting times long ago and those yet to come.

I’ve met people of all kinds.

I’ve walked in the shoes of others.

I’ve seen what they have seen, felt what they have felt.

I’ve lived a hundred times over.

So yes,

 The sunshine is inviting me to come out and play.

The air is fresh and the breeze is warm.

But I’m not much interested in this world today.

For there are many lives that have yet to be lived.

The greatest love is found in small moments. The moments that sneak by without notice.

It happens when the sun kisses the horizon. When sleepy eyes peek open and they steal a glimpse of that person next you. You whisper those three words, and even though they can’t hear you… they do.

It happens in crowded rooms. When you lock eyes with that person across the room. They give you that “I love you” smile. Everyone and everything becomes nothing but white noise.

It happens on rainy days. Curled under blankets with cold feet. Quietly reading, sipping tea. You look up and catch them biting their lip as they concentrate, enveloped in the pages of words. You have never seen anything so beautiful.

It’s these little moments. They pass by, seeking no attention. So small, so innocent. Yet, they mean everything.

Your absence is paralyzing. I’m stunted in time. Frozen in what we were. What we will never again be. I’m waiting for the impossible. Empty hope trapping me here. A captive in the memories of us. Only you can set me free. Only you can thaw this ice of solitude. But you’re gone. And I’m still here.

A guarded heart is a secret possession.

One that remains safe and tucked away.

Protected from love’s will, even when beckoned,

Deep inside and secure it will stay.

  There is safety in a heart of protection.

No broken promises and no pain.

Sheltered from lies and mistrustful affection.

Shielded from love’s wounds, bruises, and stain.

  But…a guarded heart comes with prices to pay.

Although it keeps the heart protected,

Boundaries can push  special people away.

A lonely heart can feel neglected.

  A guarded heart does not feel love’s connection.

The tenderness of a true love’s kiss.

To wander freely throughout love’s direction.

To take the leap into love’s abyss.

  A lonely soul does not know true love’s heartbeat

The thrill of one’s breath taken away.

A guarded heart walks through life, never complete.

In fear of what love’s known to betray.

  Love, a true love, is a risky endeavor.

Something that not everyone can find.

Love, a true love, is a promised forever.

Love means putting your heart on the line.

  In a world of broken hearts, true love is rare.

Though, for those who risk it, it is found.

In spite of love’s danger, if only you dare...

Feel love’s enchantment, when you let your guard down.