And when she arises from her watery grave, in a smoky swirl above the calm frigid lake she walks with him along a familiar trodden path, feeling his heavy sadness and hot bitter wrath for being forsaken. Advertisements
Upon his lips, kissed essence of robust black coffee lingers on her tongue in harmony, mingling with the wine’s lavender syrah eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
” I thought years ago that old Heraclitus was wrong. You can’t step into the same river even once.”– Jim Harrison You can’t step into the same river even once for the water is forever changing, re-arranging, adapting.
I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.
And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.
Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…
In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me.
Fleeting Tis your birthday So I seek Solace in your arms
“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.”- Edith Wharton A slender long legged woman with a honeyed tan buries painted toes into hot grey sand raises her face to the turquoise sky watching seagulls as they take bread from her hand.
When you see white clover sprawling in the meadow do you still think of me even though our love once treasured, is now with regret over?
“We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.” Judy Garland In my dreams you are there, dark silhouette of a man my sleeping eyes flutter to the hammering beat of the song you…