When you rambled through my mind,
You left imprints on my soul.
You bruised your knee, climbing through the fence.
The gate was open.
The bells ringed the hymns of heaven.
And you wanted to leave flowers by the door.
And your light lanterned through my spine.
Left glowing hair.
Your spring bouquet was in bits
And scattered across the neighbour’s yard.
And then the colours of winters abducted my vision.
The sweet smell of the snow fall,
Cleared my crowded mind.
Coloured leaves crackled below my glistening path
The crisp air and warm shadows,
Wrapping it’s breathe around,
Captivated my senses again and again.
I baked you a cake.
With the scintillating almonds.
And the juicy orange pellets.
And the strawberry crumbs.
And the left over from pudding,
I had last night.
“You asked, is there enough in my garden for you?”
Or I should fill you along, for which I longed for forever?
Within me, you are tangled
As the butterfly, entangled within the cocoon.
As the roots, stay close to moist mud.
As the sun, basking in the moonlight.
A rainstorm. I was scared.
I was scared that I would lose all the rain, that I carried.
All the rain that did exist. Or may be not.
But the scent it left thereafter.
I realized I had it all. In me. The clouds.
The ones who could not stand,
Being away from the earth any longer, poured down.
To feel the mud once again.
Because they were too tired to float.
The rain orchestered through the winds.
We danced all night.
Swam in the sea, holding hands up to the sky.
And I paused, and believed you would too.
And you did.
All was calm.
All was bright.
After all no one’s never too old for fairy tales.
This christmas has been more than special. I’ll share the story soon.
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