How it happens

justam

Some days, some nights, some mornings
even some afternoons
I fall in Love’s well more deeply
then I remember how this whole rope was twisted together
it was one time after another!
a trail of flowers
the intoxicating scent of the blossoms
maybe a long daisy chain?
made in golden afternoons
or gardenias in silver moonlight?
there could have been crickets or cicadas
maybe some percussive rattle-tap-tup-roll?
maybe it was some hot bouncing instrumental bed?
maybe it was some living string of words?
each time it’s different!
each time it’s new and
as stunning and fresh as silent snow in an open midnight window
falling flakes, again and again without a sound…
but then no, maybe it was a sound!
I feel almost as if I’m some string vibrating
activated, awakened
riding the same frequency
the notes blend completely, together indivisible
they match as they should
pitch and timbre the same, disappearing into each other
I’m the instrument under the skillful fingers
and then I’m back where I started
floating in that red boat…
riding the rolling water
watching the horizon
just hoping to see a gorgeous sunrise

TalonTedd

This was real nice to read justam. I should be watching the Superbowl, shouldn't I?...Rather be here, riding the rolling water....watching the horizon....just hoping..... a wave just licked my ear...on the edge of your gracefully floating vessel.

justam

Thanks