www.true…

As we set out upon our way the very air is charged with excitement!

The scenery is fresh and new despite a hundred walks before…

A dozen scents distract my lelephants…giving me the chance…for once…to arrive at water’s edge…alone…

What should I find?!

Miss turtle well upon the shore. How she must have trudged through muck and weeds to score.

Even now, paws thunder quickly towards us! No time to lose…must act fast…

I gather her up, my hands on either side, whereupon she disappears into her always home. Hurry now, they’re coming!

I carry her before me out along the pier. Kneeling, I set her softly on the water. Promptly she emerges from the safety of her shell, frightened…and swims away…

I imagine a breathless, thank you, popping from the bubble she leaves behind…

All at once, Monsieur le Jacques and Dear Dobby do Right, fly out to greet me! Halting at my side in consternation…

Whatever have you been up to without our trusty selves?

Well, if you must know…I have quite recently saved Miss Greta…from your own brand of torment disguised as playfulness…

Who us? – they query wide eyed with disbelief.

Yes, from you my loves – I reply with a giggle.

Suddenly…

The wild whispering wind…www.true…stirs from the West…one moment, one life, one love…

Welcome it blows against my cheek dropping wisps of hair so I cannot see…

As I put them gently back in place…I look around to find…all are gone once again…safe in the depths…off on adventure…

and I am adrift in the loving caress of the breeze…

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ellie894 May 2018

who…

This morning is still…so still that it invades me…heartbeat slows…breath deepens. And, for a moment I believe with all my soul that whatever will be…can be….

The only sound…an owl cutting through the darkness…resonant and pure…

Who, he asks

Who…

Stately and noble I imagine him to be…commanding of his chosen perch and even of the night itself…

The moon is so far away from full that darkness shrouds the world in pitch…making his call more poignant with every moment…

Who are you…who were you once upon a time…who will you be when given the chance…one day…

Who does he ask…who will listen…anyone…or only me…

Who do you sing to across the unknown…who do you dance with upon the deep…

Who whispers tenderly when no one hears…who blows kisses when no one sees…

Who cares for you when all other eyes are sleeping…who do you dream of in your night’s repose…

Who do you silently suppose…

Who makes a difference in who you are…whether near or far…who, my love…

Who, he queries endlessly…flying me high on his wondering wings…

Day approaches and his notes suddenly become as silent as he is invisible to me…

Deeper into the trees he makes his way…once again he waits in solitude for the starry night to return in soft embrace…leaving me to face the light on my own…

With nothing but the echo of his solitary question thundering through my slowly beating heart…

who…

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ellie894 May 2018

where are they now…

I wonder…at all the lines filled with all the words that have found a home here within this virtual world…of all the wounds of all the souls shared within this place without walls…of all the love strong and true that rejoices or aches in the rhyme of you…and of all the fragile thoughts that didn’t quite make it…of all the ones that were cut and tossed…where are they now…and what will they do…just imagine…how very lovely they must be too…

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ellie894 May 2018