Do we move to rest
silky like water that washes over our smooth thoughts
feeling the waves settle below our limbs
gently rocking us into the deepest night
cast ashore in forgotten dreams
that reignite when eyes grow heavy
do we drift on seamless seas
where day meets night
and thoughts become our reality.
Do we sit and watch the play of winds
whistling with the rhythm set by the tides
palette of colors in clouds burned by the sun
and cooled by the lavender hues
of nights coming advance
where I sit silently on the remains
of today and the grains of granite and shell fragments
bury my toes into wet castles created
by the barrier of leg as it tries in vain
to go around
yet becomes a part of stationary soul
that once lived
now smooth and light from years of turmoil
rolled about in a sea of anger and peace
and set down in the storm
a final place to rest
to become part of the beauty that is
a view of a lens.
Unexpected beauty comes in all forms. We slide the glass back and forth, moving from the cool world into the jungle beyond. The Florida humidity is tempered nicely with the cool breeze of the air condition and fans within and some days we partake in a jaunt around the towns, peering into beautiful galleries filled with art creations by various hands, leaving the girls home to hold down the couch until our return…or perhaps to be creative….
My husband found our gift, painted nicely on the sliding glass door yesterday, compliments of one of the girls (Apple or Chi), they didn’t leave any paw prints to sign their name to it, not that we would be able to tell the difference if they did, but here is a beautiful flamingo. I know they made it as a gift to my husband as years ago he used to have quite the collection, and one year we even decorated our tree in pink lights, with a light up lawn flamingo at the top and all sorts of “Florida” style ornaments….it was fun and our families thought us a bit daft but that’s okay. So now we have this beautiful flamingo artwork by the drool of one of the beasties….alas….Windex will have to clean up and leave no trace of the fine work, so I captured it on camera to share with the world what my little beasties like to do when we’re not looking. I’m glad they won’t be asking to go to college to further their career in mouth art, and perhaps an extra biscuit will be in store for them later today to work their tongues into a happy froth and perhaps we will get a peacock next, pretty fan feathers and droppings to accompany.
On a side note, also celebrating today, 2500 followers. I never would have believed after writing here for two and a half years, that so many would want to read my scribblings but I thank you. I won’t draw you a flamingo in drool, no fears, but I am doing my incredible happy dance. Trust me, you don’t want to see that either.
Peace and love my friends,