The only worthy purpose for the knife is to sharpen
the quill that charts peaceful courses.

Matters of the heart

Lime Green Key

She.. I knock on your door.... no answer.... I knock again.... no answer... .I knock until my knuckles are bloody... no answer.... I sit on the stoop and wait....

He.. I heard the knocking, softly, I thought it was the wind blowing the oak tree against the roof again, and I heard you on the stoop and thought it was the woodland creatures that come and seek shelter under my roof when storms come.

She.. I have come so far to find something I can't define. Do you know what I search?

He.. Yes, I knew you were coming, I saw you in my dreams, I am sorry for your cut and bruised knuckles. Come let me wash them in pure water

She.. I saw the light across the meadow like a beacon that shines over troubled seas

He.. Come and tell me of your adventure, here in the kitchen. The water stays hot from the evening. let me make you tea.

She.. I have not come from half a world and half a life away for tea, but still to share tea with you has been the crux of my sojourning.

He.. I had put the candle in the window this eve but the fickle wind blew out the flame hours ago

She.. The candle in your window gave no heat, It was the candle in my mind that brought me to your door.

He.. I know of your journey, for I my self walked the forests looking in the nooks and crannies for you, some times sensing you close. Other times you were far away.

She.. Why did you stop, Why did you give up the search?

He.. Faith caused me to end my roaming, For sure, I knew of our union. I selected this meadow, cut the trees my self and build our cabin here in the valley of peace.

She.. I am tired of the trail, but my soul is energized and my heart flies like it has the wings of an eagle to soar above the mundane.

He.. look out there, the storm winds have parted the clouds and the full moon lights the night, See how she reflects from the stilled pools and wetted leaves.

She.. Shhh, hear the night sounds as the Owl shakes the droplets from his wings and the night be set right.

He.. Close your eyes and you can hear the grass drinking the clear liquor of the nights offering

She.. As I lay my head on your chest, all I hear is the soft beat of your heart

He.. Aye, as our hearts now beat as one the sun now must do double duty, waking two as he sneaks through the garden chasing the darkness deep into the forest.





 

 

 

 
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