writing stories
fireside by which she's seated
fireside by which she's seated
and she's rocking in poppa's old chair
with its comforting aroma of woodsmoke and whiskey
her fingers fret over nylon strings
and she hums a new melody that seems
somehow familiar as she sings of love and of passion and things
riverside by which he's seated
and he's rocking on an old wooden chair
as woodsmoke drifts aimlessly in the breeze
his fingers strumming a vintage guitar
humming a new melody that seems
somehow familiar as he sings of love and passion and things
unexpectedly their two hearts collide in a crowded room
and somewhere, shrouded in mystery
ink flows upon the gloom of an empty page
forming ethereal patterns on an ancient parchment
for the very first time they engage
their lips part with words
they converse
each tells the other that less is said than is heard
and playful spirits tug of war somewhere outside this earth
slender fingers entwine as eyes grow tired
and each feels a burning desire
to know the other yet more
for surely this one day is not enough
lest the other might another love
and heavenly languages continue to scribe
the joy of two dancing spirits
time after time
turning page after page alive with yearning
as finally hearts and bodies converge
and marriage vows emerge upon yet another empty page
and tempting me somewhere farther away
so as not to unsettle the motion
of this most beautiful of days
their book is scarcely begun tho stories continue to unfold
one day to their childrens wide eyed children to be told
late at night around a campfire with a familiar melody playing
on old nylon strings as music fills the air and young love sings
and whilst woodsmoke keeps them warm out there
spirits write another chapter of this dear couples book
dare come and have a closer look
unravel those beautiful mysteries within
For Ruth and Ian with love on their wedding day 23/07/2011
copyright lwm 2011
For Ruth and Ian with love on their wedding day 23/07/2011
copyright lwm 2011