Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 6, 2015

Daily missive for Wednesday the 6th of May.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Wednesday the 6th of May.

What is this thing
Of which we speak
Without knowing
How to find the words
To do it justice.
We use covert language,
Talk of tree and leaf,
The blazing sky,
Stars that gaze
In silent attribution.
And surround the truth
With meanings full
Of depth and colour
Designed to cover
A lack of understanding.
It is not a word
At all,
But a deeply rooted feeling,
A gift,
To be always freely given.
A kiss upon the head,
A tremor
Creeping up your spine.
A flutter,
That tickles in your heart.
The end of the beginning,
The moment
It all starts.
The view of
Your own garden,
The sight
Of your front door.
The hearth rug
You both lay upon,

On the floor.
It is the sound of newborns
A tiny hand,
That fits
Into your palm.
The smile.
The touch.
A look that says so much.
It is all this and more.
The opening and closing,
The window
And the door.
It is all we
Ever wanted
It is what drives us on,
To fight, to live and die for,
It is plainly, simply,
And we find it
All around,
In every nook and cranny,
Every single
Scene and place,
It depends on nothing
But for this,
You need to make a choice,
And if you choose
To see it right,
Oh my friend,
What joy,
What love,
What bliss.

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