Like slowly pouring
scorching candle wax
into the palms of your hands
anticipating
the burning desire
to feel something
the sensation
won't last forever
but you'll never forget
what it feels like
no matter how quickly it
stops
burning.

solitaire hours
      spent
preparing the
         face
they will meet

pour tea
       take cake
       and make
advice

a little butter
    maybe a
     little
      ice

at half past
             three
quote Shakespeare

and
invoke
the automatic
          hand
of
chic

Pieces were all I had
But they were enough
They were enough to start a fire
They were enough to build a wall
They were enough to tell a story
They were enough to begin
And that's all I needed

What's a little distance and time,
when they're the only two things
left standing between you and I?

If we ended up together, I will show you the verses I wrote for you and you'll be surprised at how intensely you've been getting noticed all the time

And I did not know if I was healing or falling down again.Because both felt so good.

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.