I'm not one to walk too fast so I slinged along at my own pase. . Besides, I always hear an inner voice reminding me not to hurry, how I'd miss so much. What the hell's the worry?
I always listen, taking heed, knowing well the futility of rushing, After all , multitasking is not as marvellous as some imagine. Better to fully experience the moment, we're living.
Continuing at my own pace, seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, tasting, living life to the full.
The scent in the air was at evenings best. The vibrant colors, the buds gently unfolding, exploding, opening to the light stopped me in my tracks. I marveled in wonder!
Stopping to shake the hand of an old friend I met, making a plan to meet up again, ended in hugging.
I stood to watch the sun going down , another day finished!
I heard a man singing!
" Lady in Red - you're dancing with me! You look wonderful tonight"
A gorgeous man, descending from a roof top continued singing, totally unaware of my being.
"I have been blind, you're dancing with me ... You look wonderful tonight"
I wondered might he be in love, I guessed he must be, he seemed very happy. Perhaps he had a wife, girlfriend, maybe a lover. I was living through him, enjoying these attributes, wishing good things for him.
I couldn't wait to get home, though not in a hurry, to taste the apple crumble I'd baked earlier. To play the song, "Lady in Red" you're dancing with me.
To capture his feelings of love, in a song.
Most of imy poems come from real life experiences.. This is one!