About this blog

In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...

I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...

Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...




Monday, 14 April 2014

Those who are near me..


Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are.

Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words.

Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you.

Those who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart.


- Rabindranath Tagore


Wednesday, 2 April 2014

With me...

Angel,

I carry you with me. You have curled yourself around my heart.

There are times when you stand close to me and I can feel the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck rise - an electric shiver felt through all of me.

There are times when you have your head bowed, a graceful arc of neck - white arms and dark eyes - an inward smile on your lips... and the beauty of you fills me up...

The softness in the pad of your palm and your long slender but strong fingers - and the warmth imparted in your touch... I can close my eyes and still feel the caress on my back as we lay in a blind filtered room.

There are times that the crystal gaze of your eyes could shatter my heart - or have me tumble for eternity. Soft cheeked, angled chin, and tumbled hair - your eyes - and all of a sudden the rest of the wold falls away to nothing.

There are times when I lay in my bed and all I see is your face as I drift.. and the sound of your name in my ear - and I smile... And when I wake, you are my very first thought.

You swim in my veins...

Just me.

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Good Morning...

Good morning, Beautiful.
I hope that you slept well and that as you rested that you were able to lay down any worries, concerns and cares for a while. I hope that your mind was at ease and that you dreamt sweet dreams.
As the stars in a velvet sky turned overhead, I hope that you dreamt of yourself tall and straight and strong. I hope that you dreamt of your feet on white sand and a warm breeze – your curls spilling out like root beer over shoulders freckled in constellations. I hope that you dreamt of your brilliant almond eyes, the backs of your hands and red finger nails..
I hope that you dreamt of blue skies and swift moving white clouds – waves rolling up to the beach and the rhythmic sigh of the ocean breathing. I hope that you dreamt of warmth and light and the promise happy ease. I hope that you dreamt of you in a place of sun-kissed skin and sand and water and the company of those who love you best.
In your dream, I hope that you smiled such that even the sun could not compare.

Just me.