We greet the waiting day.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
if we could hear the sounds that others hear on waking.
The gentle gossamer whispers of the clouds
as they tell each other the secrets of the night.
The Church bell is silent.
When it is,
I miss those chiming peals
that measure out our time with each ring.
Silently
the river flows on through our city like a
fragile,
transparent ribbon.
Waiting for no-one.
I've been filling journal after journal with words
( not all of them make it here )
but....
for today we are two kindred spirits ,
richly soaked in each others dreams
walking in the daytime shadows
I miss the church bells too. On the first day of my holiday I was woken by the simple, repetitive chime of the village church opposite us, beckoning its small congregation, and it made me feel very nostalgic.
ReplyDeleteKeep filling those journals. Keep writing xxx
Hello dear,
ReplyDeleteI will, I will... :) x