Flashback Friday

The clock face never changes, only the hands of time.
Seconds, minutes, hours pass by in that blink of our eyes.
Our eyes tell our story deep within our souls.
Our souls embed memories that only time can hold.
With another week over, our pages a little longer and our eyes a tiny bit deeper. Time runs away with us leaving only a few treasured memories to behold.

Friday is upon us and reflection can take hold and the memories can fill these pages, which never grow old.

This week has been all about flowers, chocolates and cards, we have all shown our loved ones, the heart never grows cold.
A Valentines over and a birthday or two, it’s time to look back and reflect on our souls.

Spring flowers are awaking and sun rays breakthrough, while I give you a poem that was only for you.
As I look back upon these pages full of love and sorrow, reminiscing the time that I once was whole.

Even though these words are written from deep within my soul, whispered gently to their owner who will never be told.
I give you, no flowers, chocolates or cards, only my words that may have grown old, still entwined in my memory and the beating of my heart.

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Your love was like ice cream on a hot summers day,
Waves crashing on the shore
And butterfly’s dancing in the breeze.
White fluffy clouds drifting ever so gently across the horizon,
Picnic baskets full of strawberries and cream.
Candy floss and toffee apples, as the sky alights on bonfire night.
The sparkle of the lights on the Christmas tree and the roaring fire flames on a winter’s night.

Your touch was like a mug full of costa coffee, warming me from the inside to the out.
Dancing to the perfect melody, so sweet. It takes your breath away.

Your friendship was the perfect lazy day, full of movies, coffee, chocolate and cigarettes.

Your eyes were like the deep blue ocean, so full of soul and beauty.

You are the perfect beginning to everyday and the perfect end to every evening.

Not so much, flashback Friday

It’s that time again when I look back at old blog posts and share one with you, but I have never written a post on the 29th April. Hmmmmm I wonder why.

I though I would share a poem I wrote for yep you guessed it….. The one and only love of my life.

So without further ado I give you…..

“Your love”

Your love was like ice cream on a hot summers day,
Waves crashing on the shore
And butterfly’s dancing in the breeze.
White fluffy clouds drifting ever so gently across the horizon,
Picnic baskets full of strawberries and cream.
Candy floss and toffee apples, as the sky alights on bonfire night.
The sparkle of the lights on the Christmas tree and the roaring fire flames on a winter’s night.

Your touch was like a mug full of costa coffee, warming me from the inside to the out.
Dancing to the perfect melody, so sweet. It takes your breath away.

Your friendship was the perfect lazy day, full of movies, coffee, chocolate and cigarettes.

Your eyes were like the deep blue ocean, so full of soul and beauty.

You are the perfect beginning to everyday and the perfect end to every evening.

I’m head over heels in love with you.
Forever and always xxx

Touching the mist

imageA very special lady wrote this for my wonderful caring, loving friend who has moved on to what will all hope is a better place.
(I can’t believe it’s been two years already. We all miss that cheeky smile, that dry wit and that heart of gold.)
I know I have shared this before with you all but it seems right to post it again.

Touching the mist.
there`s a little piece of you in a special place in me, there`s a little piece of me in a special place in you, forever in unison, we dance away, never to touch, like the night and day.
I threw my inspiration……. into the river of life, a journey of infinite currents……. from love to strife, so close to meeting, nearly virtual free, then……. a turbulent current….. took thee, A rapid…… a disconnection……… in the physical we are split, within spiritual harmony for us…… a new path may be lit, so this is not the finale, nor is this the END…. Just part of our cosmic journey, My would have been lover, my spiritual friend.

(By Luella)