Month: April 2022

A golden sky above the fields,

a warm and soft breeze;

here we walked, holding hands

(you always used to stroke my palm)

heading towards a blue strand.

I felt like I could leap

from star to star, gathering,

on my way, both the sun

and the moon, and mingle them

in a test tube.

I don’t know why I’m constantly

reminded of your face, your warmth,

stupid details like how you sipped your tea,

or how you leaned your body close to mine

when we strolled on a path through the woods –

almost stumbling over our feet.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this –

I guess I just wanted to let you know

that after all this time, I realise

how hard it is being alone,

with nobody to lean on,

and making tea for one,

each time I wake up.

In the beginning there was desire,

and desire became Will –

like tulips chasing after the sun,

we’d chase each other for a warm embrace.

Bring smoke, bring flame, bring storm,

and every trial and travesty

(and we learnt the meaning of the words:

“we would sooner have the void for purpose

than be void of purpose”).

Having braved the smoke, the flame, the storm,

we find ourselves still standing here –

not without our own challenges, but

with a bit of newly-gained wisdom.

And now that we’re here at the coast,

looking out to the open sea,

one foot in the water, Love, please let me know:

what is it that you see in the distance?