Sometimes calling in the dead of night
or on a lonely street at dusk
just ever so there
Warming bones like a cup of tea
sweet overriding bitter
Stolen moments on a sandy beach
Twisting round weathered branches
of my heart
Sometimes calling at midday
taking hold of my hand
Cradled in my arms
Singing a song
like the prettiest a songbird sings
There is love all around
From within it breathes
and emanates from my skin
Through that sparkle in the eyes
And the smile given to perfect strangers
It never leaves
even if sometimes I'd wish it
You are there, love
flapping your wings
but never flying far away.
Written as an ode to Valentine’s Day, an ode to love.
Love has many forms, phases, spirits.
It surrounds me. Enlightening, fulfilling,
gut-wrenching, cosmic, glorious.
Hey it’s Cherry Pearl. Your Busted Flip Flops guest blogger du jour. A lot’s happened since we last “spoke”. Mom says I don’t have to double space after every sentence anymore. I heard her saying, “Alright, I get it, people” one day when she was reading other blogs.
Also I went on a trip and got to go walking in the woods when it was chilly. I couldn’t stop my feet from running on the leaf-covered footpath. Almost went over a cliff. Mom said I about broke her back I was tugging on the leash so much. That’s really my only flaw these days. Oh, that and I like to chew on the loquats that fall off the tree in the back patio. I hacked up one today on the throw rug in the living room.
On my trip I got to play with a Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix named Rusty. He never ate his food so I finished it for him. Also tried to finish the cat’s food when I snuck outside on their deck. The cat took it upon himself to hiss every time he saw me. Easy, fussy pants!
I got to sleep in the big bed the other night. I tried not to snore so Mom would let me come back.
Well Mom is finally taking me for my evening walk. Nice timing. It’s about to rain.
It rolls in unannounced
looming just beyond
yet all around
It cannot be touched
these cascading droplets of mist
dampening the skin
soaking leaves into puddles
blinding us from within
We could get lost in the fog
hiding from the edges
the softened silence.