held, in a ThoughtBasket




In The SandPiper’s Wake



walking along a shoreline, side by side, on a late Afternoon, the silence broken only by the sound of the waves, and our voices, as we talk of days to come, as we choose the colors of sunset, and drink wine from a bottle, because we remembered to bring the corkscrew, but forgot the glasses . . . while we slowly make our way toward somewhere, trying to remember the last time being with someone was so much fun, and uncomplicated, and with a purpose known only to the hope in our eyes . . . and if this might be of significance, there is a hand waiting to hold yours,  an ear waiting to listen, and yes most of all, a heart that wants to know,  if there might still be something, called Love,  Again . . . with you . . .




from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The First DoveTale – The Rhythm of Life