sometimes the music is so good, you can't go to bed. The Be Sweet team drove to Long Beach last week for the The National Needle Arts trade show and are grateful for good business and successful returning.
On the 26th I will be showing my 12 Stones Necklaces at the San Francisco Gift Show. You will find me in Handmade at booth 6428 with some new pieces that are casual and fun and begging to be worn. I will get some photos of them up soon. I am having fun doing some new pieces in a lower price point than usual.
Hope you like the poem and the pictures of the bay and the December mooooon. Keep smiling!
An Attempt to Express the Beauty of the Full Moon Rising Between Larkspur and Angel Island Shining on the Bay at Solstice 2007
(One of My Last Nights At the Portofino)
Imagine the deepening
Darkness blueviolette glow
……………………………
Brilliant sphere of honey gold
Calls to you from millions of light
Years into the outer depths
It flows directly to you
Undulating over the precious liquids
That have collected here in this basin
The depths hidden below
In the land of the dancing stuff
Unseen depths, unsung stories
These bloodwaters are shared
Pacific Ocean, Oakland Estuary, Richardson Bay
Alive and well and heaving now to the music
Of us all who help everything
Keep moving, jumping swaying, restless
And expanding, alive
No skepticism plagues this beam
She soothes me, excites me
I savor her
I want to lick her and let her know
Just what pleasure she emits
By simply her dance on the surface
Her waving thighs
Her thousands of arms reaching, reaching, reaching
For more and more
Expectantly reaching for her next moment
Her connection, her next embrace
The kiss she will feel on her lips
And her deepest undulates underneath
Below the surface
So sweet, so slow
The essence of moisture, giving life to all that is
Her waters slipping,
Sliding over one another
Spilling hope
Oh! The ferry!
He comes, sliding through her face
He stirs her golden palette
He glides gently, piercing her radiance
Stirring more and more enjoyment
Her purpose for being
Her agitation a song of purest pleasure
She loves him as she rises
And he drifts onward, away
Onward, seeking the thrills of the city
(One of My Last Nights At the Portofino)
Imagine the deepening
Darkness blueviolette glow
……………………………
Brilliant sphere of honey gold
Calls to you from millions of light
Years into the outer depths
It flows directly to you
Undulating over the precious liquids
That have collected here in this basin
The depths hidden below
In the land of the dancing stuff
Unseen depths, unsung stories
These bloodwaters are shared
Pacific Ocean, Oakland Estuary, Richardson Bay
Alive and well and heaving now to the music
Of us all who help everything
Keep moving, jumping swaying, restless
And expanding, alive
No skepticism plagues this beam
She soothes me, excites me
I savor her
I want to lick her and let her know
Just what pleasure she emits
By simply her dance on the surface
Her waving thighs
Her thousands of arms reaching, reaching, reaching
For more and more
Expectantly reaching for her next moment
Her connection, her next embrace
The kiss she will feel on her lips
And her deepest undulates underneath
Below the surface
So sweet, so slow
The essence of moisture, giving life to all that is
Her waters slipping,
Sliding over one another
Spilling hope
Oh! The ferry!
He comes, sliding through her face
He stirs her golden palette
He glides gently, piercing her radiance
Stirring more and more enjoyment
Her purpose for being
Her agitation a song of purest pleasure
She loves him as she rises
And he drifts onward, away
Onward, seeking the thrills of the city
