When the distance grows
The times long gone play in the minds eye.
Times when you get hurt will be dealt with, with tenderness...
The hand when hurt, the pain kissed away.
The eyes when welling up, the tears brushed away.
Words when spoken,
When shoulders reel in with pain, seen and embraced to heal the wounds of words.
Words are sharper than actions.
It hurts.
This too shall pass.
When the air is still
Your heart senses a cool breeze
The waves lapping at your feet and there is a stillness
When the music of the waves crashing around you fades out
The salt in the air refreshes
Your eyes light up with the joy that you feel from deep within
The music in your head falls silent
Everything around fades out.
Just you
Under the stars
The moon missing from the skies tonight
The universe and you.
When I see a married couple at a restaurant sharing dinner, in silence... I used to think and admire the comfortable silence shared. It always looked so peaceful. So perfect. So in-sync.
Now,
I feel loss and sadness when I see the same sharing unfolding as my eyes take it in.
I think to myself I hope that is never where I would end up.
If that is what it is I may not want it again.
A younger me would probably see the same two people and love comfort and peace would have come to the mind...
Maybe it's age, or it's just cynicism that's gotten too deep in my being, all I see is a lot of holding back.
Unshed tears.
Unspoken words.
Unexplored thoughts.
Untouched hearts.
Just bound together by the paper, the thread of a tiny pair of feet possibly holding them anchor away from the choppy waters around them.
