The only sounds I hear are the chirping of the crickets night song and the roar of thunder.
Suddenly, as if the universe knows my hearts desire the rain has begun to fall steadily.
It’s music to my soul.
The hot, sultry day has turned into a cool, rain saturated evening.
It’s late and I should be sleeping, but the sirens call is intense and pulls me from my bed.
There’s something so magical about Summer nights.
They lead my imagination astray to romantic rendezvous, long forgotten lands and castles.
I am alone, yet the Earths tendrils wrap gently about my being, lulling me into a feeling of oneness with all.
A serendipity of entangled spirits.
found in the recesses of the night.
It’s hot ..
The air is thick and pulsates with life.
One almost expects primordial ooze to begin flowing from the cracks in the sizzling pavement.
There is a damp, somewhat earthy scent to the air.
It’s as if the earths core energy has been released.
And, with each breath you take, you inhale bits of Ra’s soul.
I struggle to free myself from the Gods grasp
so that I may return once again to the cool, dark, deliciousness of inside.
Where the ever-present hum of whirred, cool air, offers blessed sanctuary and release.
An unsent card –
dancing ballerina –
memories of moments shared.
I don’t know what to do with them all.
Currently they reside in a neat pile
next to pink leather.
Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like
to be heartless.
Without the inclination to keep happy – Summer windswept bits.
But if I was, would I be the same?
In the place of warmth
Cool and controlled.
In the next life?
It is deliciously quiet.
The only sound I hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.
I imagine at times like this that the world is holding its breath.
Blissful nothingness, that permeates even the air that I inhale.
When such moments occur I feel as if all my worries have vanished.
To be replaced with
As if I were sitting in the palm of the universe
surrounded only by primal elements –
air – water – earth
A cocoon of spun softness
delicate yet protective.
I wonder, if I stay still enough, will I be able to hear the whispering of the stars?