Grey Sky, Blue Sky, Grey Sky:
A patch of light fighting
for a soft, luminous space
as dark clouds float in
along with a rain so slim that it soothes me
like a child’s eyelash brushing against my skin…
slowly washing away the emotions
of just another Imperfect day.
Purifying the soul, the soil, the grass and the sky.
Moving harsh words like the current of a river.
Replacing them with the sudden giggling of two little girls.
A b a n d o n m e n t
Let it drizzle.
Let it rain.
Let It pour!
ALL OVER ME.
Pleasure and pain, peace:
pacing themselves as my mind
finally releases itself to the sounds
of rippling water….
a touch of softness cutting against cold stone-
jumping in and out and over the resistance.
Breaking through the scary faces…
a family of discontent…
glimpses of grumpiness.
Breaking through this dreary day.
No coming. No going.
Feeling and shining on
as small feet play, following the rhythm of Nature
… towards content.
Where did my brutal sentiments go?
Can these new ones find the Will to remain?
Does it really matter?
Perhaps we shall meet again,
Today, one day…
For now, a smile tip toes past my tear dried eyes.
A sense of calmness in the moist air,
the warmth of sunshine behind my neck.
Blue Sky, Grey Sky, Blue Sky
Reflections of light.
Reflections of us.
on this Imperfect day.
Peace and kisses,
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