Friendship in Waiting
Where comes this sudden draft
This air of warmth in search of…
Could a door have opened
Somewhere hidden from the daily chaos
Setting free a seeking connection?
Might a breath
Inhale this mystery
Risking a leap over the threshold
Reaching with a faint smile
For optimistic trust?
Perhaps…
On this day without a date
Floating amongst the heavy air of despair
But for the blues trumpet
Forges history’s past with today’s tomorrow
Permeating one’s aura with inflight of breath
The breeze rustling leaves
The mantra of heaving sleep
Summoning reception of a friend
Are we not but flowering in cyclic bloom
Awaiting destiny?
Having experienced long periods alone, it is wonderful to know that about 5:30 every evening the front door will open and she will call out to me… "I'm home!"
Ron
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Love ya!
Jane