Virtual Valentine?

2-4-68! Who can recall that fatefull date? I can! I followed and found my dream! The dream's name is Ann. February, the month of memories, of joys and sadness, of successes and losses. Those memories are precious, unique, unrepeatables, and my very own. I share them only with the friends of my emotions, those who not only know the melody of my heart but also the unspoken words. The Russians have a word that describes a fellow traveller on the road of life, they call him/her: SPUTNIK [pronounced spoot-nick]. Unexpectedly, almost by "accident" we meet a sputnik. We have not looked for him, he just appears... walking along. There are many strangers that pass each other like ships in the night, but sometimes one of those strangers will take our hand, look into our eyes[soul] and we know, for sure, that he is the one we can walk, talk, dream, laugh, and cry with. I am not talking of some casual almost incidental emotional experiences, but of something misterious, something other worldly, something sublime...like friendship. The effect on our being is tremendous, uncalculated, unexpected, and it compels us to forsake selfish urges and dependencies and become willing to give, to be spent completely, to uplift, protect, and ensure the functioning of that newly found gem of life. We are happiest when we follow our dream[s]. We are blessed when we meet someone that can help us and encourage us in that quest. I am learning to express myself in a quasi poetic form and this is my attempt:

Hatshepsut the Queen


You looked like a snowflake on a wintry cold night
There were stars above us and stars in your eyes
As we walked arm in arm and shared our dreams
With Little Boy Moses, the one on the right 

We explored our secrets and voiced our plans
And rejoiced knowing friendship will grow.
Then breakfasts and dinners, occasional dance
And those goodnights deliciously slow.

Soon the winter was over, and spring came a knocking
And the snow was transformed into rain
The flowers and bushes were dancing and rocking
We walked ever slower and whispered again.

The crystal of snowflakes turned to malleable raindrops
The stillness of snow, became concert of rain
Turtledoves cooed and sang from the rooftops
While we walked rather swiftly to catch our train.

The springtime of friendship had come to our hearts
The bonding of our minds was progressing
We talked of your singing, of music, and arts
Your eyes ever charming your hands were caressing.

All that was left was to learn how to kiss
How to hold and create sense of pleasure
How to prolong the experience of bliss
And transform common things into treasure.