Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Time to go home




I swam in happiness,

and sorrow.

And yet,

summer came so suddenly.

I listened to the song for Athene

on my ipod all day

because it seemed to fit my mood.

Last night~

when I got in from work

I took my book and my coffee cup out to

the garden

and just sat.

I listened to the wind in the trees

and to the music

and the words that danced

through my head.

I tried not to think about the real

world where people die

and tears spill endlessly down

the cheeks of those who have lost.

The shadows of the years,

rested quietly on my skin.

I thought deeply

about my mum,

my dad,

the twin brothers I had

( but who died at birth.)

Birth, death.

Life in between.

The moments

of

our

days.

Knowing, when it's time,

to go home.







2 comments:

  1. I love what you wrote about listening 'to the wind in the trees
    and the music
    and the words that danced
    through my head'.

    Oh, you reminded me of me when you wrote this, because I do exactly that. I love this time of the year because I can sit outside in the garden with a good book and my ipod, but very often I'm distracted from both by the wind, trees, birds, and my very own thoughts. We are so alike :)

    I've always believed that this life isn't the end, but far from it. I believe that when our time comes we will be united with the ones we've lost, in a beautiful place where there is no pain, death or sorrow.

    AML

    Kess
    xxxx

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  2. Thanks Kess my sweetie. I love the way you write too.
    You always touch a cord with me, somehow, way down in the deepest places of my heart.
    You really do.
    AML
    Anna
    xxxxxxxxxx

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