Night comes in sparkling gems
of sunlight, twinkles of
stars in your hazel eyes.
Shimmering refections
from ocean water at
whose feet we linger late
give glow to your visage
radiate to my own.
You flash a smile, fold my
hand into yours as the
sun sinks into the sea.
© cj Schlottman 2011
4 comments:
Thank you for visiting my blog and the lovely comment you left. I am sorry for your loss, too. It took me a long time to go through the grieving. But yes, we have to learn to let go. It's in the 'letting go' and acceptance that the pain finally begins to ease a little. When you realise, that having loved that deeply, although the loved one can no longer be seen, the love we shared hasn't died. It's still there and, will never fade away with time. Just the pain eases a little. Of course, a little of us dies too and we have to go through our own type of re-birth and we realise it's not a bad thing to be glad to be alive and appreciate feeling the suns warmth. Hearing the water sounds and such. But then, if you are in hospice care you will know all these things. I believe in a higher power and in angels and, I believe our body may die but, our spirit/soul moves onto a higher level of consciouness in the connected love and universal oneness.
Prayers for your continued healing.
Yes, joy can be found in many things. I too find much of mine in water. A river, the sea, any flowing, moving water and its sounds. Magic to me. :)
Lovely imagery in your prose.
Hi, thank you for reading me again.
When I used to hear 'expert' talk about Grieving as a 'process' I used to think: How callous. To call something that feels like a huge hole has been ripped out of your heart and left an untreated wound, a process. But, it really is and it does have several 'stages' that we maybe don't even know we are going through but, we are.
A part of mine was rage. After a year of losing my partner I truly did begin to grieve. and, I would have these overwhleming and tremendous rages come rising up from the depths of me that I didn't even know I was capable of feeling. I would see red I was so angry. but, this too is a part of the grieving.
It's a long journey that we need to go on inside ourselves, if we wish to understand our feelings.
My peace within was a long time in coming, trust me, I don't call myself Daydreamer for nothing ...LOL (I think a LOT) sometimes way too much for my own good! But, it's from that deep, deep soul searching that we find the answers and the reasons, ... why.
My advice to you is, if the words won't come today, there is always tomorrow. Write from pleasure, or to ease stress, not from pressure to produce. The words will be waiting when you are ready.
Just know please, I do know and understand your huge loss and, how you feel.
(((Hugs)))
I love your description in about me. And this piece? So very visual and inviting. I'm picturing the scenes and the sensory effect makes me joyous.
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