Wonderful moments, historic and sweet.
Then emotions fell into retreat.
A repugnance…cast its shadow on me.
When I misplaced the lesson plan.
Love had learned to mis-handle all that I had believed.
An unmarked headstone.
As if, I were a character in an ancient mystery.
An uninvited tombs became my destiny.
Confinement may not have killed me.
But strength was hard to find.
It is never far to travel…
When the last plan is to lose your mind.
Shy, as the memories we hide in our reflection.
Loveliness appeared as, hectic as a tumbler of forgotten notes.
A lover to the fears I had buried over the years.
And, as my fortunate teller, pressed a delicate finger to my parted lips.
Just a few words…
‘Love is a lesson that gives and gives.’