I envy Seas, whereon He rides.

1/25/2014 09:25:00 PM

I envy Seas, whereon He rides—
I envy Spokes of Wheels
Of Chariots, that Him convey—
I envy Crooked Hills

That gaze upon His journey—
How easy All can see
What is forbidden utterly
As Heaven—unto me!

I envy Nests of Sparrows—
That dot His distant Eaves—
The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane—
The happy—happy Leaves—

That just abroad His Window
Have Summer's leave to play—
The Ear Rings of Pizarro
Could not obtain for me—

I envy Light—that wakes Him—
And Bells—that boldly ring
To tell Him it is Noon, abroad—
Myself—be Noon to Him—

Yet interdict—my Blossom—
And abrogate—my Bee—
Lest Noon in Everlasting Night—
Drop Gabriel—and Me –

-Emily Dickinson

They said don't fall in love with the idea of someone, but the person it is. It's often easier said than done. Because in reality, we often feel that way in a person who we don't know really well. Like a stranger but not really a stranger.

It's inevitable. No matter how hard we're trying to remind ourselves that he is just a stranger, but the image of him still etched in our memory, releasing butterfly riots in our stomach. Some said we have to be grateful to feel that way, yet the impacts are unsurpassed.

Sometimes we hope we're saying the same word to each other. Although we don't speak to them that much, so let our eyes and actions represent it. And let the hope springs eternal.

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