※SpinalGap24 ※

We shared, with no care of what would be,
The first meeting,on July's hottest evening,
11pm - bus station - you in white,
myself in black and white,
stony handshakes, but gloriously warm smiles,
language was, amongst other things, no boundary,
as we crossed path after path,
and met with one where we would lay...
under summer's spell,
Sentences were short, thoughts were deep,
on your beating heart I did sleep,
you became a butterfly in your first embrace,
sneaking a glance at your blessed face,
eyelids became wings unwilling to fly away,
your butterfly 'wings' flickered with longing,
and I lost all sense of belonging

Oh that August,
beneath biplane skies, and summer flies,
You tore a gaping hole through my heart,
Which I gleefully accepted,
Meeting you by park gates, and city lakes,
Seeing you wearing my coat,
And feeling your arm 'round me...
...holding your union jack umbrella,
we walked together, under southern rains,
a season of blissfull shelter.

I am accompanied tonight...by the loveable one...
Morris Womble Blogflirt...
who cuddles up to my chest as I type with right hand only.
I had just put my bicycle away and came perilously close to treading on a beloved hedgehog in the garden who feeds on bread.
MWB, (I credit two delightful suggestions, (thank you!), and one my own, for this name), seems to have got over the shyness, at least for tonight. With the brewing thunderstorm expected later, tomorrow may be a little reserved. He'll need a mother's pampering by then, no doubt.

It's getting a little late now, as the moon pulls the curtain open,
and I'm thinking this gloriously warm September...

このモルモットはとてもかわいいですね。

I am guided by your smile,
and the words you write
The way you don't always talk to me,
and the soothing sounds from your soft english,
-I've learned to copy your sounds,
and go with all your moods

Guided by your eyes,
and the steps you take
The way you don't always walk away from me,
and the soothing sounds from your soft kiss,
-I've learned to copy your style
and go! (along) with all your dreams

There are many reasons and occasions to feel out of it, to be lost, deliberately or otherwise, to feel wronged, hurt, and needing to run, it is all too common.
But while we are 'in flight' we can discover so much, and feel a type of inner power...however, there is a point where we are out on a limb, a tad too far, and that is the time to come home...and hold on to what we hold most dear. Even the most flighty people have a stronghold somewhere!
In loneliness, we are never truly alone.
And the further we run, the further we have to eventually travel back again, though our refuge, our space, "...the place that you go...", is essential for modern living, certainly for those with sensitivity.
But I fully admit that the pain of feeling like you don't belong, one which I've fought for years before, is an arduous, uncomfortable and most unwelcome visitor that calls at horrid times...in the midst of a joyous evening out, at the movies, on a bus, during sleep, through our most important daily events. It takes but a second to cast our whole persona in shade, but a whole lot more to bring back the sunshine...often hazy at that. This is where our inner strength must come into it's own, if we are alive and with the living, we must show it when we really need it, however hard and tortuous that may be.
No-one must ever underestimate themselves, nor the feelings they have...the best way is to admit to ourself what we truly feel, work it through our system, become open to it, and share it, if at all possible. Denial is often damaging.
Acceptance even harder, but more fruitful in the longrun.

Even if we never realise it, there is ALWAYS someone who cares very much about us.
Some of us need more attention than other's,
...some get more than other's.
As I've written before, the power of words and actions are immense...it can take but one word or action to turn our whole life around!

From my humble corner view, I don't profess to have any answers, but I do hurt, I do try, and I do care.