Purple WeekendPosted: September 14, 2013
Cinnamon stick tea and fine weekend wine…
Sitting in the garden burning purple
of you my sweet….
Writing this, mind sketching greater works… still to come!
All of a sudden,
a blow from the South Atlantic High,
Clouds flee, rays break through… Nature’s loving!
Still something is missing,
Maybe it’s you…
the inspiration to this piece….
If only I could whisper into your ear…
face to face.
I absorb it all, inhale some more,
drop down and do fifty more — push ups!
… remember us?
Those good times?
Smile baby — look up!
Pick up these scattered pieces from our broken hearts.
Put them back together, so that instead of being apart like Saturday & Sunday,
We come together as One Weekend…
…in the end.
© Heath Muchena, 2013