I'll slide
my finger
into my soul
to give you
something new
something true
i'll slide
my finger
into my soul
to give you
something true
something new
I'll...

" Chirp, chirp, chirp, a songbird is singing. " I'd be warmed and very 'aglow' to put a digit in it. This would be my pleasure, nay, " Treasure ". And I would enjoy this very much, teasing. May I??

Teasing, in addition, that special place, that relative and gracious room in which to most comfortably dwell, this home of all homes, the Soul, hides us. Protects us from the ever oncoming tide of lackluster intent, bent on sharing cold, unlimited access to those things we solemnly reject. In the time of the ancients we spoke out FROM the Soul. This was our deepest inner emotional way of being. I know this truly because my ancestors spoke this very language. And, Honey, we are the " Moran's " from up in the border counties of Ireland. Me great grandmam, Bridget, I'm certain applied this 'speak'. And she was if nothing else, gracious. A precious Angel.

Language is a freedom. The Soul, a Currach along the ocean shoreline. We must grab our oars and head out to another island soon, all of us. And when that day comes, Babe, my precious friend, it will be 'The Soul' calling. Aye, we must board our Currach soon. Will ye hand me - me oar, Teasing? C'mon, hop in now, we've other islands to reach.

Be well, warm friend. Stay safe! I bid ye peace, teasing, from the island of Ireland. You're my songbird friend and by God I like ye.

tommy boy / A Poet / Tues. July 16th, 2013 - morning time.

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tazzops....always a treat to see your greeting..
2KidsMom....a pleasure to have you read my writing...:flowerforyou
tommy boy.....I feel gratitiude in my being for your words...

Loving it TB...

pennyg281...nice to see you,hope you're doing well.
Ainjel.....gratitude as always.

Thanks TB . . Im doing great . . Just been very busy lately and havent had much time to mingle. :)