Blue skies fade, cloud over dark grey. A roll of thunder, warm rain falls, splashes all around. We dance in the courtyard, spinning in the summer storm.
Basking carp beneath
the willow, how I envy
your cool dark waters
Guilt within; though it was my heart that was broken.
Sunlight in the sky
glimmers upon the ocean
sparkles in my heart
Empty vase, waiting to be filled.
Sails high, the great yacht sits on the authors oak desk, navigating its wooden shores. Year after year it sits, steady on its course. Travels the world through his books and words, witness to adventures typed out on the old computer screen. The office ocean, a world in its own.
Gradually the desk is emptied, no more typing, no more words. The author has gone, the boat remains. Alone in the deep, no destination in sight.
Sails let down, packed away in a box, adventures are over. Say goodnight to the sea.
Shadows fall upon
your path; step out of darkness
walk in guiding light
Matthew stood on the edge of the rocks. The wind took his breath away. He leaned into the air. It whipped his face, wrapped around his body. Raising his arms, he felt as if he could fly. He stood on the edge, a tear formed in his eye. Lowering himself, he resting his legs over the rock face, lay on his back and sung to the sky.
sea air gently drifts
sun sets in the horizon
breathing deep, I sit
alone on the balcony
a bright lizard scuttles past.
Clearing through the attic at my childhood home, I come across a letter. Ink faded, paper crisp. Easing open the envelope, an elegant scribe I do not know.
The letter is addressed to my mother, Dearest Angela, dated years before the thought of me even existed. I read through the words, an ache in my heart.
A letter scribed with love, emotions I can only imagine. This is not my fathers writing. How I long to know more.