a pebble? a shell, out of many? the ocean, that never runs out of water? a bud of pale pink rose? slowly opening its petals? a tree, whose network of roots spread wider...deeper, neath the ground? am i the pristine water cascading down a waterfall? a boulder in an isle? a seawall braving the stormy winds? could i be a beacon, a lighthouse? high above the raging waters? guiding those weary travelers, towards placid waters? am i one of the various faces inside a quaint coffee shop? like one i see right now, with unfocused eyes? having a cup of fresh brew...waiting for someone...old? or new?
And you....who might you be?
a jazzy sway, a dip? a painting? an instrumental tune? are you the high and low of tide in june? a story of lovers and sand dunes, that has no ending? a haven for the homeless? a wall for the weak, those needing? a kitten? a puppy? a bird, on a twig perching? are you a voice in the night...calling me? whispering my name to the wind? is it you i hear singing, "The Long Run?" did you come from Krypton? a falling star? a shooting star? could you be one of the many faces inside a quaint coffee shop? are you the one...with untainted smile headed towards me? ahh, you're looking at my brew...you must be meeting someone too! could we be, the you and me...the me and you? who at this moment, are meant to have tea...for two?
Sally
Copyright September 1, 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***a feel-good write...on a gloomy, rainy September day... Happy Sunday, guys!***