To call it love, shall we?

Music of last chords

that take my breath away,

pray for me.

Summer rain on the streets of my city

wash me away.

Of a distant person,

one can think

for such  a long long time.

All day yesterday

I clung to the words of Kafka,

like a small child holding tightly

to her mother's hand.

In a way

it was marvellous and

hopeful and beautiful and pain all

rolled into one.

Like the calm before a storm.

I sat in our garden

with nothing but the June breeze and

my skin smelling of sunshine.

I was transported away,

away to you,

once more.

Sometimes the beauty of a creative mind

can be a two edged sword,

a poisoned chalice

filled to the brim with thoughts and hopes

and dreams

and desires.

Also

I love you

you

who wrote my name in the sand

and told me that you heard the

sea singing my name to you.

Forgive me forgive me

for daring,

to call it love




Reading
anything and everything I can get my
hands on

Listening to
and loving the sacred music of
M Lauridsen

Drinking
as ever, coffee coffee coffee

Loving
the closing notes of
todays song of the day

Mood
( as you can see )
pondering all and everything, as
I was all over the place yesterday.

Eating ( or about to )
a bag of crisps

Knowing
Everything I experience, is an answer.