My eyes lookout at the nights sky. It’s colors changing from charcoal darkness to a petal pink dawn. The stillness of the whispers of the night murmur softly. Sails awash, as the waves are gently slicing through the serene water as the surf rushes in. Calm cerulean breakers with whitecaps will soon carry you to me.
All the things that passed unnoticed between us are unimportant to the pieces of our lives. They’re insignificant gathered dust at my feet. The yearning of more of what I never knew existed is wrenching at my heart with a longing desire. A simple kiss of affection never stirred my soul into response.
Now, your nonexistence is pulling me apart.
Thinking love was just a phrase never worthy of my mention. But the lingering remembrances of tender moments fill my mind today. The warm morning mist upon my face brings the tender feeling of your gentle stroke. I need you to return to me and hold me always near.
Who do you love? The sea or me.
Let me reveal that I love you.
I hope you can hear the whispers of my heart. Whatever winds will take us, as we go along our way. I know that we will find new enchantments each and every day.
In quiet moments, my thoughts begin to recall the memories of those days when you were home; here by my side. I linger tenderly on yesterday, a time that I had tucked away in places so unknown. I contemplate on what could have been-then scold myself for remembering.
A softly ticking mantle clock you loved to wind sits waiting; its’ hands still of time. A reminder of fervent memories of days before you went to sea and left behind a love you thought would never be. Pieces of daybreak interrupt the serenity of the surrounding air. Morning din slices through the spreading patterns of those waves. It’s just enough to swing and sway your ship homeward bound closer to the cove. I’ll have no fears of your return for now. We will be one.
Your ship is drifting closer. I watch the sails wafting in the calm breeze. Seeing your arrival seems like a delusion of a dream. I fear my awakening. The stillness begins to surround me with a serene tranquility.
The lighthouse is your guiding light for your voyage home. I’ve waited for you to come back with my eyes dark and sullen. My heartaches are leaden with sorrow and grief.
I couldn’t envision that you would come home to me once more. My heart is crying you will remember the caresses we had before. If you return, beloved, my spirit will never falter again. The distance and the vastness of our time apart was more than I could grasp. A life that would be shattered I cannot conceive of anymore. All the pain and heartache has torn my emotions in half. I hope you are remembering the love we had in the past. My arms are waiting eagerly for your return home.
2015©written by Isadora
Pondering from Mabel – Love is in the Air at my Assisted Living
I’m sure you know that Valentine’s Day is just a few days away.
Love is in the air, ’cause they’re puttin’ up those
bright red hearts and balloons for our Valentine Dinner and Dance on Saturday.
I don’t know if my husband, Fred, would have been involved
with all of the celebratin’ we do here. I suppose they’re afraid we might get bored.
They have a gal from the local beauty salon donatin’ her time to doll us all up.
Bless her heart. It should go real quick considerin’ most of us have hair so thin you can see our scalps.
You get to be our age and you don’t rightly care. No sir, breathin’ is the most important.
Of course, sweet little Mary Lou Cho wears one of them new hair wigs.
She always looks real nice. Tiny little thing. I suppose her vanity has her going through all that work.
Ya’ll remember, 91 year old, Willie gettin’ lost on New year’s eve, don’t ya?
If you missed it, you can check here to read all about his foolery.
I got to pondering that, maybe, I should write about something
Seniors should be thinkin’ about for after our Valentine Dance.
I plan on dancing ’til dawn. I hope ya’ll have a real nice Valentine’s Day.
Ccome back and visit real soon.
Lovemaking Tips for Seniors
1. Wear your glasses to make sure your partner is actually in the bed.
2. Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze off in the middle.
3. Set the mood with lighting. (Turn them ALL OFF!)
4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial before you begin.
5. Write partner’s name on your hand in case you can’t remember.
6. Use extra polygrip so your teeth don’t end up under the bed.
7. Have Tylenol or whatever you use ready in case you actually complete the act.
8. Make all the noise you want … The neighbors are deaf, too.
9. If it works, call everyone you know with the good news … even if its 8PM… !!
10. Don’t even think about trying it twice.
’OLD’ IS WHEN… Your sweetie says, ‘Let’s go upstairs and make love,’ and you answer, ‘Pick one;
I can’t do both!’ ’OLD’ IS WHEN… Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you’re barefoot.
‘OLD’ IS WHEN… Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.
’OLD’ IS WHEN… You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police.
‘OLD’ IS WHEN… ’Getting a little action’ means you don’t need to take a laxative today.
‘OLD’ IS WHEN…. ’Getting Lucky’ means you find your car in the parking lot.
‘OLD’ IS WHEN… An ‘all nighter’ means not getting up to use the bathroom.
’OLD’ IS WHEN…. You’re not sure if these are facts or jokes.
***** Mabel is a fiction character I’ve developed for the purpose of writing about life with a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor from a seniors citizens point of view.
Love is in the Air … one week until Valentine’s Day!!!
Love is in the Air music by John Paul Young
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