Why These Things Remind Me Of You

[This was originally done on video, with all pertinent imagery of the garden and the sky and some silly bird being his occasional poetic self. The video BITES-- damned chinese CRAP CAMERA!!! But... I still have words... So, they are here, for you...]

I want you to look at this garden. A seed has been planted. It grows, slow, steady. Strong in good weather, withstanding the bad... and ever continuously producing beautiful fruits...
This is why these things remind me of you; this is why they bespeak of my love for you.

Look now to the blue sky above...
It is vast, expansive... Even more so than the blue tint of our Earth's atmosphere, for it reaches outward past the moon, and the blazing inferno of the sun, and beyond the stars and on unto the very edges of our ever-expanding Universe...
And THIS is why these things remind me of you; THIS is why they aide to project my love for you.

Now, when we describe these things-- gardens, trees, wind, sky-- with words, no matter our adeptness at word-smithery, no matter how much descriptive detail we project-- the essence of the things' beauty, it's depth and fullness of meaning, will NEVER be conveyed as fully as we Experience them in our mind and heart and eyes...

And thus will these three words-- I LOVE YOU-- never approach description of the depth, the beauty, the intensity , of THIS that I feel for you...




Slainte.

Cygnus