only working three days~
this week.
After last weekend
I feel as tightly strung
as a violinist's bow.
The world has caught up with me.
Day two of three in work,
equally as busy.
We have promised ourselves
*us* time , come Saturday.
Wine and candles
while we
watch the stars slide into the night.
If they remain unseen,
silent,
solitary ,
we will look for them.
Dream of all the moments
I wanted to be by the sea
with you and couldn't.
Lovely sounds
have drifted in
and out of my consciousness
tonight,
seagulls ,
soft scales practiced on a flute.
Somewhere,
the lapping of the sea,
but only
in my mind.
Now,
the quiet of this house marks
the passing of the hours.
I rather like it.
On day two, out of 3.
