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.
If I may see the paradise banner
Every fleeting moment counts
If I am bold and proud enough,
The golden lace will survive the years.
This is our time, these are our games
To fly it high – to raise the banner
To run the race – our feet light weight
To shine the torch – of sportsmanship
If I may see our kumul, the sky is the limit
As we run, we soar, in prideful glee
The pressure is on, “We’re ready to go!”
The drum beats roll, “We’re ready to roar!”
The baton tip shines –
The podium calls
Anticipation wild, hearts boom, boom!
Wrapped with banners, one two three
At last we hear the names being called
Hands pump the air, we shout with glee
On podium stands our bronze in third,
Our silver in second and our gold in first
You were a phantom of delight,
when first you gleamed upon my sight,
heaven in your footsteps
and grace in your eyes.
you really were a blessing from above
in a disguise, you were sent down for me to love.
I love you more and more as every day goes by
But it’s painful and I pray to God
’cause I don’t know why!
Why things have gone the way that they do.
For the love of my life… Shania, Sonny and Afiqxz
copyright 2015 Bessie David
beautiful, simple and relatable…have reblogged on threeprayers
Unrequited Electronic Love
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As a babe, my child
The apple of my eye
Take heed, be strong!
A babe I held
A youth you’ll become
In no time, your own path to tread
Take heart, my child
Take heed, be strong!
As a man, my child
Do not forget, what you have been taught
Your footsteps firm, your kindness supply
For in your days, kindness returns
Do not forget my child
Take heed, be strong!
A man you’ve become
A master of your own destiny
© 2015 Bessielah David.