~The Dragon Flies' Lair V~

November 25, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. The tropics, yeah. Good music and I better stop reading taglines!

[snippy_about_it]

Is that yours? That's good!

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam!

I am liking the poem today very much. I have been to BonAire in the Carribean. It's a very small island, 17 miles long and 3 miles wide. The best swimming ever.

Thanks for Breakfast and tunes.

[Darksheare]

Yup, that is my fault.
Despite me trying to pawn it off on someone else..
*chuckle*

[Soaring Feather]

Sorry I'm just getting back to you Darksheare.

I fired the painter!

Cute little ditty you wrote.

[Darksheare]

Fired.. the.. painter?
ow bad was it?

*chuckle*
Yeah.. Laundry is the never ending mission..
Thanks. ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

I have been having work done, painting, new washer drier connect, (complete plumbing job water lines drains, etc. ) chandeliers hung, electricians, so forth.

Well this painted in one months time has not finished one room. My home has been in turmoil all this time. I think he was deliberately making the job gone on and on. He started to paint one of the 2 windows last night and left it uncompleted and when home for the night.

I told him this morning I want this brought to an end and him out of my home. This is the second time I have told him that. Well, today he painted one coat on the woodwork and said adios.

I can do just as good if not better a job that he.

[Darksheare]

Wow, the neverending contractor.
You could sue him for that, but I'm not sure the exact burden of proof about it.

I'd have put the fear of me into the guy.. but that's me.

[Soaring Feather]

Well I am not paying him, my landlord is. I didn't hire him. My landlord is a lawyer!! :-(

[Soaring Feather]

mine

[Darksheare]

Sounds like your landlord was taken for a ride then.
*hmmm..*
Hopefully your landlord will get this corrected soon.

[Soaring Feather]

Well, they went high school together. The painter is retired from his job and was looking for extra bucks so he went to see the lawyer/landlord. There is always so much work he has to have done as he owns many houses.

I just really got burned out over this constant upheaval in my home. It's had for me to write because of the turmoil.I need to get my book ready to be sent to the publishers. Too, much going on. And I have to constantly be off my computer because he had to paint in those areas.

Now if I can just settle down in the midst of so much mess, I can't find anything. I am constantly on a search for things.

[Soaring Feather]

A little Irish music for the afternoon?
Sissel Kyrkjebo and the Chieftians"Tears of Stone"
Click the graphic if you wish.

[Darksheare]

That's a bad situaion.
*groans*
Good luck.
Nothing much else I can say.

[Darksheare]

Thanks!

[Darksheare]

Aren't part of those Gaelic lyrics translated as "Come away with me my love"?

[Soaring Feather]

You know, I really don't know. It's beautiful isn't it?

[Soaring Feather]

Bagpipes, Amazing Grace
Click the graphic if you wish.

[Darksheare]

*Garn*
I heard the song I'm referring to once, and have been looking for it since.
Obviously, I haven't found it.
*chuckle*
Yes, it is pretty.

[Soaring Feather]

Waves caressing the shores
waiting a sunrise
my balance was on seaweed
and soft sands
Our future was dormant
my love once yours, diminished
is in the seas...

bentfeather