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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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