July 2020

There was an earthquake
There was an eruption
There was an upheaval.

Oh no it wasn’t so violent.

More like an enrapture
More like an enchantment
More lire an entrapment

But I cannot breathe.
But I cannot think.
But I cannot write.

Too much,
Too deep,
Too soft,

My heart flutters.

Didn’t I ask for this?
Didn’t I pray for this?
Didn’t I dare for this?

A new spark…

Something so deep,
Something so rich,
Something so precious,

Like a sunbeam,
Like a bedewed rose,
Like a wing.

A wing

that flutters, like my heart.
that travels, like my breath,
that protects, like my prayers.

I can’t escape,
I can’t imagine,
I can’t write,

My tale has become reality.
My reality has become a tale.

Knight and Princess,
King and Queen
The boy and the fairy,

So many stories I

read
dreamt
wrote

about you.

And here you are….

Will you stay?
Will you go?
Will you fly?

Only God knows.

Sleepless nights,
Sleepy afternoon,
Sweet longings.

How can I ever write about you?

My sparrow,
My oak tree,
My whispered fervent prayer…