Blissful Stories

Samantha got up the next morning and put on the coffee. The aroma stirred Annie from her sleep. Samantha poured their coffee and started to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Annie said through a yawn. “We’re not dressed for breakfast.” “Well, we’re dressed to go back to bed and pick up where we left off.” The phone rang and Annie answered. It was Fred. “Good morning, Annie, how are my girls? I sure have missed both of you.” “We...

We first met entirely by accident On a lovely bright sunny day in Spring, It was the first of May as I recall; Even now I remember it clearly, Although almost four decades have passed by. Strolling along the Boulevard Haussmann, Just outside the Magasin au Printemps. I wasn't looking where I was going, Daydreaming as usual, distracted By the pretty girls selling their bunches Of lily of the valley, their sweet scent Evoki...

I pray you, do not trample on my dreams.   Though you may only see this mortal shell, A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality,   Is of no greater substance than the air,  Masking the real truth that lies within  From the unperceptive gaze of the world. Though my years have passed the Biblical span And I am well advanced on the dread path  That leads to senility and decay, And though my limbs are clothed in sagging fl...