First light and my eyes crave a view. Beyond daybreak and alarms, away from necessity the enchanted calm. 

Two feet on the bottom stair and the still of morning comes to life. A time so familiar, a place in my heart.

What lies at the core a constant song, my siren of the morning all summer long.

My eyes adjust. I wake, I smell the roses as the sunrise brings energy to every perfumed fold. 

In my happiest of moments time stands still. In my contentment you are all-consuming, infinite and beautiful. 

I’ve joined a gym! Possibly part of a midlife crisis, but hopefully one of my better decisions whatever crisis it might be. 

I’ve got a wardrobe and a rose arch to piece together….it’s a beautiful day so the rose arch definitely wins priority. 

Wonderful man. Weathered the hate storm with complete honesty. Strength like his comes from the inside. 

Happy day 😀 and a lunchtime beer in order. 

I like how a ticking clock sometimes becomes silent, as if it knows you’re trying to hear it. So obviously shouting the seconds, almost throwing it’s voice across the room. Time passing, lapsed, forgotten. 

I dislike the rustling of carrier bags full of shopping, but caught in a tree they find a different sound. As if released from the burden of weight. Tethered to a branch, but almost free. 

The door slammed in anger sounds so delicate when silenced by the gentle hand. Like the ferocity absorbed in the silent click of the latch. 

The hip hop booming from the traffic “look at me, look at me” repetitive beats in the summer breeze. No meaning, no matter, just as long as it’s heard. 

I like the silence and how it feels to be cushioned in its grip. 

The morning passed in a rainbow of spite and her spine grew weak from the weight. Judgemental responses so desperately crass…. the maker deciding her fate. 

Sunrise is a very pink one. I’ve woken with a nagging doubt, but not about the sunrise or its colour. 

If your kiss were the last kiss I ever knew I would die tasting you. If your touch were my final breath I would die longing for more. 

If your face were the last I saw I would die with a soul so full of love, but you bring such life. Unwittingly and relentlessly you fill me with desire. 

There’s no prize I’d accept if passing you by played a part. No dream I’d adhere to without your precious heart. Right from the start I knew. 

He doesn’t see what I see, nor understand the absolute beauty of sitting beside him in silence. How his presence is the fuel that breathes life into my heart. 

All of his struggles are mine. His indecisions are the choices I have. None of this will change me, my feelings are constant. I love from a different place. A place that doesn’t  adorn Valentine’s cards with man made designs.

Don’t question the reasons of feelings and love. What destroys will eventually fall apart, but those who truly love tread gently. 

Thank you for the inspiration x 

Mightier than the sword. Or cowardly in its execution. The words that spill, the things we’d never voice. In fear? Of what? As the ink is still drying our feelings are laid bare…we read over and over for mistakes, but our real mistakes happen when we constantly rearrange. Write it down and walk away. 

Sharing time with those who understand that the heaviness of the clouds above is a weight on the soul.  That on those dark days we remember the necessity of light. Everything we need is right here, without destruction. 

On the cold days when I wished for the warmth, I somehow lost the time between. Longing for what I already had, but passing it by. Dreaming of the perfection that was in my grasp. 

A contented heart in this insane world is an incredible gift. One to cherish and to share. Clarity is magical and even when it wanes you’re left with the thirst to know it again.