Life can blow in gentle wisps or suddenly seize the day in consternation. So whenever I sense a billowy riff, I look to the sky for clarification. Of course, I realize that many storms pass without peril, and there is often radiance after the rain. But when a particularly vile storm causes all the flowers to sag, I know each one understands me.
She knew she was getting closer as the crashing of the waves could be heard just ahead. And with each thunderous roar, she felt the beckoning vibrations welcoming her home. Those undulating arms grew her anticipation, each surge increasing her desire for all she had missed. And as the last golden mound appeared, her excitement could hardly be contained. For she knew in just a few more moments she’d be dipping her eager toes in those wonderful frothy tides. One last hurdle was all it took, and then a sigh and gasp broke free. It was even more beautiful than she’d remembered, and a sea of gleaming diamonds met her wondrous gaze. The lolly she’d been enjoying suddenly fell forgotten. The shiny morsel deeply embedded in the powdery sand. The jaw-dropping scene left her limp and bedazzled. The setting much too impressive for any other cares.
I remember the way the branches curled towards me that day, the way they swayed to and fro. It was something beautifully unexpected, a miracle of nature, a divine curiosity. And I remember standing there in wide-eyed awe, losing myself to the sheer loveliness, lost in a state of childlike wonder. Chills crept down my spine in delightful little bits, and goosebumps erupted as a plethora of tingling sensations washed over me from head to toe. But the thrill wasn’t meant to last, and after one breathless sigh I blinked, and the exquisite array vanished. That was when the heaviness began to gather at my feet, and an unforeseen darkness approached from a place I’d never been. As the winds altered their direction, everything changed. And the wondrous splendor of that unforgettable day is still nowhere to be found.
He lingers nearby On the edge of the page The page we’re still writing Where love continues to blossom Unfolding ever so delicately And he’s mesmerized By the mind-boggling splendor His eyes so bright Enthusiastically consumed With the miraculous happenings Of what he observes And he stays a little longer Leaning in for a closer view Lingering in the loveliness Of our imperishable page So beautifully written Full of all the days we’ve shared Memories of us And the many years we’ve loved