A little story.
Brought back by a single flower
The white table
had turned grey
covered in dust
from yesterdays
lost love
the curtains in
blue faded into
a picture of a
distant sky
the birds
were fewer
but they still
sang - the
saddest melody
of years alone
Then one day
the morning turned
it's face against
his aging eyes
and left a hope
of something new
- and then he just knew
in his heart - the sun's
secret - whispered to him
by the winds - that peculiar
morning in July
- He felt like twenty
again - bought a
new pair of shoes
they fitted perfectly
just like her hand
once fitted perfectly
- into his hand
he had hopes of another
night under the stars with her
another adventure on life's path
For days he sat by the window
patiently waited for her to come
back - while chewing on dried
cherries and pondering about life
- when a knock on the door
almost made him fall out of his chair
- And then
there she she was
- Clare - the lady
he once loved
- and never forgot
- she was there again
he blinked and a tear
ran down his old cheek
- They stood like that
for a while - looking
into each others eyes
for a split second
they were back
in time - dancing
close by the riverside
- the year was 1939
She gave him a flower
picked up on the road
back to her long lost love
- that one single flower
said more than the
biggest words - it was
the most precious gift
he could ever get
- that single flower
bringing back
the love
of his
- life