"today I just want to be a housewife. I guess somewhere in the French Province. My only worries are to look pretty and prepare a nice tasty dinner when he comes back home. While I can hear him approaching the entrance door, I am sitting at the balcony's window with a glass of wine, red wine, smelling the breeze. "I am back!" He shouted after he entered. I smiled. I knew he reached before his actual shout. He smiled. He knew I am at the balcony waiting for the sound of his keys. And so the day became wonderful. We both knew. Yet, those unspoken thoughts, the unspoken knowledge, triggered this unspoken wonder."
"today I just want to be a housewife. I guess somewhere in the French Province. My only worries are to look pretty and prepare a nice tasty dinner when he comes back home. While I can hear him approaching the entrance door, I am sitting at the balcony's window with a glass of wine, red wine, smelling the breeze. "I am back!" He shouted after he entered. I smiled. I knew he reached before his actual shout. He smiled. He knew I am at the balcony waiting for the sound of his keys. And so the day became wonderful. We both knew. Yet, those unspoken thoughts, the unspoken knowledge, triggered this unspoken wonder."
I wonder what a soul should be
If one could ever truly see
The form which one could truly be
Would it be a soft, pale light
With futures played before our sight
Revealing them from time's dark night
Are they hot or are they cold
To match the personality of the Joe
Or Jill whom we would like to know
Would they be like ghosts of old
Donning chains, wing or halos gold
To visit passersby timid or bold
I couldn't say for I cannot see
As my soul shines imagined light
No matter whether it's hot or cold
I wonder about it as I grow old