This is so beautifully penned…I had to share it…
It’s true I have never seen you
and we have never met,
never shaken hands or even truly hugged
and yet! I know for sure
you care for me by the kindness that you give.
And our keyboards keep us together
doesn’t matter where we live
so I am emailing you to put a smile on your face
and to let you know in my heart you have a special place.
The sun is always shining just above the cloudy haze,
as we share friendship across an online maze.
We express love and kindness without a face
it comes from deep inside our hearts from a special place.
Within our lives we share special dreams, unusual and unique,
and it is with our keyboards that we speak.
We are friends from the emails we exchange,
I wouldn’t know you on the street and it doesn’t even seem strange.
You have brightened my life with the thoughtfulness you show.
Your words encourage me more than you could know.
As people change and times keep changing too,
one thing stays the same the way I feel for you.
For this friendship we possess we owe a world of gratitude and debt,
because we would not know each other if it wasn’t for the net.
After a tiring week of never-ending emails and endless telephone calls,
I needed quietness.
I walked to the beach to enjoy the cool see breeze.
The day was luminous and beautiful.
As I face the sparkling turquois sea, the islands welcomed me.
Blue enamel and white fluffy clouds swathe the horizon.
It’s so quite…only the droning of the airplane at the far distance,
Then the hum of dragon-fly wings, the lapping of the waves against the shore,
The buzzing of the bee over my head and the pandanus leaves interrupt my reverie.
From some hidden spot in the grasses,
A frog scolded the pilot for disturbing the peace.
Seagulls’ called from the far right; a chickadee chirped to my left.
A family of four sand crabs made an occasional dance, in search for food from where I sat.
A breathe of air stirred the palm trees,
And caused the fireweeds nearby to sway and shimmer.
The smell of seaweed was in the air.
It was a fishy smell, a pungent, salty odour.
I felt the warmth of the scorching sun, despite the sheltering trees.
Here and there, fireweed seedpod split open, releasing the white soft cotton.
The sea breeze ruffled the water.
I seemed to see a thousand silver-winged birds, dancing to their hearts’ content.