He wore flowing robes in white and blush rose. I had never seen such a beautiful color, not before or since. He walked slowly, His robes swirling around His bare feet. He looked as though He was skating on air, no sound did His tread make.
Entranced, I watched Him come closer. He smelled of ocean breezes and frosty mountain air. His eyes a deep chocolate, small crinkles at the edges spoke of laughter, worry, strife and redemption.
“You can not do this thing you contemplate My lady,” He spoke. His voice velvet soft, enveloped me in warmth and care.
“I called out for You. I cried for You. I begged, but You did not come. I have no desire to keep fighting, to keep struggling, to keep hurting,” I whispered.
“But yet, you must. You will My lady. You are the light they will follow. You are the strength that will be needed. Without you, all will be lost. Without you, I will be lost. Only you hold Me deep within your heart. Only you hold true love for Me within your soul. So you see, you must survive, you will survive. For Me,” He said softly.
In response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery Prompt Piece 144 Words to include – “I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”
Oakwood Cemetery
Walking the long winding path to the plot where my father lay. We stood hand in hand gazing down at the flattened mound covered in soft green grass.
The breeze gentle, the sun warm but not hot on our necks bent in reverence. The double tombstone bore his name, birth and death date.
The other side of the massive granite monolith was engraved with mother’s name and birthdate. The script upon the gleaming white stone sat in silence awaiting the date of her death.
“Soon I will be laying here beside my love. I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace here above us.” We planted that very day.
I walk alone along the winding paths of the vast cemetery. A breeze lifts the hair from my neck, delivering the scent of sweet alyssum blossoms to my nose.
Trapped inside a cell not of his own making. A wife of many years, successful children, adored grand-children many.
Happy yet longing, contentedly dissatisfied, aching for something more, searching to fill his soul-ache, unknown light to fill the void.
A bright beam to lift away the fog of ordinary. The touch of one forbidden yet loved and loving. A gift to each and each other. A balm for both, poison for one.
Discovery would ruin his world, tailored to his liking, the asset of his life-long work, all gone, yet never adrift. Still, he comes back for more.
Koda – Sunday afternoon nap Photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-FerrisTala and Koda napping together Photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-FerrisSaucer Hibiscus Photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-FerrisDouble Red Hibiscus Photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-FerrisYellow Hibiscus Photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
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