Folded Thought of the Day Such Sweet Sorrow Chance encounters. That's what all this has been built upon. Sly glances in dark rooms. Mischievous forays into muddy side alleys. Meetings beneath a tree. First touches. Hidden profiles. Starting down a road that all parties clearly knew would come to an end. Lonely drives along a dangerous one lane highway. The radio playing a song that pulls at your soul. Wondering how you came so far. And if there was any way back. Eternity narrows down to a point. After a while. The child looking into your eyes. Crystal orbs peering into the depths of being. Causes drifting out an open door and disappearing in the afternoon breeze. Walking like a wounded animal. Knees shaky and features cut on the edge of outcast wishes. The stars hold all our lofty ambitions like twinkling pranksters. Shining down in mocking tones. On a park bench. Stumbling distance to the newly blooming tree. Spring is in the air. And the long, cold winter has taken a back seat. Listening to the laughter and screams coming from the playground. Could it be you on the other side of the wall? Waiting silently for the Guardian of Night to see you safely across. Scanning the area for a warm embrace. Feeling lost and so far from home. Left to tend for yourself...in a world that has long since called off the search. Missionary dream-keepers are combing the grounds. The circus is in town and they're always looking for a few fine specimens. Hearty young recruits who aren't afraid of a little hard work...not to mention the ringmaster. With those 'room for one more' come-on lines. Leading their fresh-faced flock into the cleverly disguised wagon -- full of lollipop images and candy cane promises. Wheeling off in a cloud of dust. Good thing you kept to the brush. Like you were always trained to do. The Fates have their own agendas. Or maybe you just got overlooked. Wouldn't be the first time. Come here son... Tell me what you learned today. Brush the hair out of your face and maybe we'll play some catch. Sit here beside me and I'll share a story of when I was your age. Let me look at you -- boy you sure do you have your mother's features. But you've got your old man's ways. They'll take you far, kiddo. As far as those legs can carry. Hey, where are you going? We still have so much to share...so many miles to cover. Before you go I want you to know something. I never would have hurt you -- if I only had the chance. A wayward ball rolls to a rest at your feet. Knocking you from your thoughts. And you toss it back. That's right, run along now. It's getting late. And your dinner is getting cold. The playground bell rings. Splitting the hour. The day is on recess and pent-up ambitions are running wild...at least those with some place to go. Best be moving on. You don't want to get caught out in the open. Leaving behind a trail of blood...a clear path for all to steer clear from -- the only legacy you have left to offer. Passing beneath the tree and noticing the new life that is forming. Growing in your absence. Flowering into its own. And you run your hand along the ground for a sense of the past. Coming across a rusted earring. Feeling the metal in your teeth. From a long distant age. Scraping the accumulated debris away and dropping it in your shirt pocket. Right next to your heart. Along with all the other jagged remnants. Knowing how easy it is to get hurt on a carelessly misplaced token of affection. Doing your part... ~ ~ ~ Return to More Folds Questions? Comments? Send them to Daily_Editor@hotmail.com. Unless otherwise noted, all Folded Thoughts were written by me, aka The Daily Editor, aka The Man Below the Fold. Copyright 2001-2006 © Belowthefold.net