Month: June 2015

Sunlight

Sunlight in the sky
glimmers upon the ocean
sparkles in my heart

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Companion

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.

Scribe

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.

Stone cold

The tunnels were cool, a welcome shade in the hot summer sun. We ran through the labyrinth, chasing our echoes in the ancient stone. Dark into light, a dash across the cobbled square, then delve back into the shadows. The chase was on. We’d run this way for hours, ducking and diving through the small Italian town. A fall, harsh stone ripped the skin, stinging flesh hanging off, blood stained the bleached cobbles. After that we didn’t run anymore, though the echoes were still there.