A story lives in the shape of things
words in the walls
left unspoken or unheard.
A memory in the feel of the air
blowing through time
trapped in a trinket or touch.
A heart holds tight with a tear or a smile
in the wisps and wonder
of lover speak.
New Mexico 8/2014
- Photo by Chamod Kushan on Pexels.com
Morning tea preferred
Coffee every morning
by enthusiasm to blend a version
of his perfection.
To have and to hold “will not last long”
-too messy too expectant they said
yet 41 promise years later,
we stand each whole and yet one.
Never really over,
the gospel of love embraced.
The time together traced in the lives of too many
but especially three
with days years or moments left to bloom.
Only so many heartbeats said a man-
trusting scarcity somehow to direct a life.
hold treasured seeds of grandma’s eyes and DNA
inside their wombs not yet full
and they dance.
Dreams and hopes light the path for tomorrow,
not rushing what can be done to win every now.
Time is never managed
but lived in random synchrony within a moment’s notice.
find my soul ready.
photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress
Can you read without listening to the words?
Can you see without hearing thoughts?
Time to bow to the listening side of our hearts.
Image thanks to gacochran@wordpress
Hearing something ahead
songs of those with voices only
nothing to touch though reaching deep
Fearing the fall
knowing nothing but the view
of love from inside out
in this place.