The park smelled like spring
On the bench i sat staring
down
I watched a cherry blossom
skitter in the breeze across
the ground
hearing a piano in
the distance
I felt it 's haunting play
somewhere in my being
the hurt in me so intense
I gasped
I knew one day he would
leave
I felt a wet drop on my hand
rain
no a tear only one
there won't be
anymore
The breeze arose
picked up the blossom
it's movement fusing with
the pulse of the music and
the quivering of my heart
all coalescing
in one cluster
spinning
towards oblivion
It isn't like I didn't know
the music would end
the blossom would disappear
the tear would dry up
and all would be gone
forever gone
like all moments that don't last
hold fast
hurting heart
hold fast
etw
A magical write Eileen,thanks for sharing it.
Hugs and love
from
your aussie pal
Kay
Blessings,
Christine
love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxox
Ron
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
PS: You may regret inviting the old Ed family out there for that BBQ by the lake. That old Jersey Devil says once he gets there, he plans to stay with you, forever!
John
Be always safe,
Karen
of actual experience, no virtual here
but the truth of beauty surrounding.
Yes, there will be fading and loss,
but oh the moment!
John
Much peace, love and light,
Amber