Photography by Anders Rasmussen-Denmark©08I walk in my garden and listen to the wind and give thanks for it cools me and my solitude is a balm to the spirit because for so long my spirit belonged to someone else that earned it naught…
To be here in this right now for a good man, a honorable man that earned the right to my heart…
He leaves behind a much sweeter aroma, his weak point overlooked…
While the music of his life lingered, dancing in the fibers of my soul.
She leaves behind a sweeter aroma, wrapped in a memory that time renovated.
Her bruised aches have gone away leaving behind only a whisper of promises
Of superior moments to come.
They left behind a sweeter aroma encased in silk and old linen memories…
In session on a handsome table Sunday morn before the sun broke & smile…
After a stunning night spent at Café du Monde…
In fact, with sweetened chocolate and beignets
Doing a meringue’ wrapped in a pas de deux with my now and my has not been.
I came into a sweeter aroma wrapped in golden threads and purple cloth
The beautiful bolt from the rhythm and the blue
Showcased in a Carolina sky declared
“It will be there”…
In its entire splendor as I think of the rapturous wonder to come
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