Wednesday, 24 August 2011

When distant footsteps echo



Our  trip the States


seems years away.


When we are on holiday


I write and write and write.


Postcards. 


Journals.


 ( Last trip to America I filled three.)


I take thousands 


( yep, you heard right )


of photographs. 


Yet..


when I get home 


I never know how much of it to share.


How can  someone share the deepest 


recesses of their heart ?


However,


today I thought of a way I could.


Come November,


I'll tell you.


The more things happen to me,


the more I can't tell 


or remember even what they were...


except this.


You said it to me under the Sahara sky.


You will never be lovelier than you are now. 
We will never be here again. *

For me, you had never spoken more elequently
than that moment.

Come, November,
come.



2 comments:

  1. Time always drags when you're excited about something ahead! (You know what that "something" is for me... lol)

    I spend my holidays writing away too, as that's normally the only time I have time to write... when I'm away from the busyness of life...

    November will come soon enough... And I want to hear all about your trip and see the photos! Lol

    AML

    Kess
    xxxx

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hallo my darling girl!
    And of course you will!
    Your wedding will be here before we know it also lol.
    How's the great dress hunt going?
    AML
    Anna
    xxxxxxxx

    ReplyDelete

Pretty misty stars

A sound of birds singing

 It's early.  And almost a year since I was here. I hear a sound of birds singing  outside my window and a dog barking down the street. ...