I’m always looking for the rest of the story…

I’m always looking for the rest of the story…
Each day I open the thick cover of the book…
Searching for that last special place on this earth…
Covered with beautiful light.

It’s like returning again and again to the fountain…
When I find it, I’ll make a present of it all to you…
Likewise, I hope you will do the same…
I think it is just across the line that is stretched across the path.

I’m not sure if it’s round, or oval, or square…
But I picture a tree filled Island…
Fading on a beautiful glowing horizon…
With a feeling that is like my first kiss.

Ha! Ha! I caught you thinking again?
Thinking is not part of this story…
Worrying about what other people think is even worse…
Be careful, it may keep you from finding the rest of your story.

As I get closer, I feel intense love…
Like embers, or a flood of fire that will not burn me…
But I’m only in the middle of the story…
I’m sensing that it has a magnificant ending.

I love you,

Annie