I’ve wandered so far
from the place of beginning
e’en now, I scarce can recall…
the sound of my laughter (a giggling squeal)
from miles past the pasture
or just down the hall
where you hid without meaning
to make me afraid –
never meant you would frighten me so
a dream or two chasing
(do you remember that now)
how we ran without knowing
how far we might go
another life living and I was fifteen
more than my mother the day you were born
I’ve squandered a lifetime
making ready for this
your arms wrapped around me
the taste of your kiss…
my name where words used to be.
. . .
Delightful!
as are you, dear Wendell………as are you
Memories alive …
touch confined to more than touch………..
Caressing the untouchable love …
Wow! …….that’s all…, just WOW !!! …..xo
🙂
Ahhhh…. Poignantly beautiful. Hugs!
thank you, bushka………… Your kindness warms my heart.
Looked at this again, mainly because the picture reminded me so much of winter arriving on the farm when I was a boy…, so bleak and cold ! …….xo
You definitely need to seek counseling over that whole fear of the s-word………. 🙂
Hahaha !!!!!
I don’t fear it…, I just don’t like anything to do with it. It’s just another one of those “4-letter words”. Ha !