Cinnamon Afternoon

oils on canvas by stellan

listen to the waves
gently consoling the shore
strokes of love
and forget-me-nots
liquid fingers
massaging smooth
our footprints
and
memories

I could take you
to the woods
and wander paths
to nowhere
under sweet smelling
evergreens
who are always open
to company

but afternoon coffee
and conversation
has a way
of
drawing us closer
and the sun
bakes us
new memories
on this cinnamon
afternoon

Passing thought

Sometimes I wonder what am I searching for. It’s a constant battle, an upward trek. I’m looking for something. A key. I have everything packed up, neatly in boxes. Compartmentalizing everything into categories . What I would do, What I would say…

And when I find this key, and when I unlock this heart of mine, I will let the love pour out, like a broken dam, roaring, strong and bravely.

Dream Awake

Photo taken by sweetmango

Last night I dreamed
that I was in love
with you.

This morning
I woke up
And realized that
I am in love
With you.

I am living
My dream
between awakenings.