In Darkness, Remember the Moon

not-quite Journaling, 15

the poetry:

Her heart can’t quit thinking,

anniversary:
celebration of two halves
becoming one whole.

When his heartbeats don’t serenade her sleep,
something rips the night apart—

the sound of laughter
sprouts like specters in the heart,
when her love’s away.

When thunder is the only music,
she remembers that

after
the storm,
her passion flowers
greet clouds and sunlight
merrily.

And when in darkness,
her love remembers the moon.

 and the inspiration:

 6/18/2021: “A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: ‘Aren’t you tired of waiting?’ ‘Yes,’ answers the rose, ‘but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.’” ~ Paulo Coelho

I suspect that most chronic illness warriors (and anyone who bares their teeth at adversity over and over and over) can feel this quote all the way to their bones (I sure do).

6/22/2021: All right, so “storm” might be a tad much. It was more like a rather enthusiastic cloudburst. Still, my passion flower is blooming beautifully, inviting bees and butterflies for a yummy snack. And since my Piano Man is away, visiting his parents, I appreciate the company and the scented cheer extra much.
 

6/25/2021
 

5/29/2021: 7 years ago, my Piano Man and I spent this day walking around with our hands tied together by a ribbon made of threads send to me by people I love. It was a perfect day… And not just because I had more hair and two boobs *cough*.

 
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #77: On Independence Day.