A red lamp glows in the corner of the room.. The clock is ticking and its time to leave.. Her eyes are shut and breathing is innocent.. Like a sleeping child in a cradle, her lips smile soft, with a streak of golden hair across her face.
I dont want to wake her up, she looks angelic.. I dont want to dissapear.. without kissing her goodbye.. I knew what I had to do.. I knew what was right ..
The golden streak of hair is in place now.. The lids open to reveal the glittering eyes which look at me with a glowing smile on her lips..
The sound of the ticking clock fades away.. The time didn't freeze but it didn't matter anymore.. my arms wrapped around her, she goes back to sleep.. Like a child in a cradle...
What better way to start the day than with a poem? Morning everyone! ^-^ Even when you're facing hardships, be grateful that your still here! Treasure each day, both good and bad. Be back soon! Lyn ***
Well, there had been a tree All soft gray trunk, Crawling with snails after the rain, And carved with symbols of naïve love. You couldn’t climb the branches to the sky, But they could cradle you as you watched the world go by.
Sadly when I came back to live with my parents after my break up the tree was gone. I think that it had been hit by lightning and they had to remove it. I had been looking forward to seeing the names that had been carved into it again.