We wake each morning. I see a dreamy twinkle in your eye reflect soft rays of the sun and burst in the tempest of a joyous smile to see me stare at you listlessly.
We sit by the window, hearing the clatter of raindrops speak the silent language of our tender touches.
We walk by the sea whilst a thousand waves crash and cause a tumult of union, surrendering to the timelessness of rocks.
We hold hands in a crowd and feel affection bathe multitudes in the warmth of quaint understanding, alacrity and peace.
We come home at dusk and sit by a lone candlelight which drowns the noises of the day in silent silhouettes of each other’s shadows, only to realise the true beauty of darkness.
The sun, the rain, the sea, humanity and even darkness are but a fragment of your self that lives within the infinite of my imagination and breaks forth in a thousand flowers that I offer to the Lord and pray everyday, that you be real.
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Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only I and you, and never a soul in the world would know of this; our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
In that shore-less ocean, at thy silent listening smile, my songs would swell into melodies, free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
Is the time not yet come? Are there works still to do? Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the sea birds come flying to their nests.
Who knows when the chains would be off and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, will vanish into the night.
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Amen…
