The road may not be of yellow bricks
To an emerald city it may not lead
But it is one that nonetheless
New friends and companions does breed
Lions and tigers we may not face
But instead unrest and disease
And we with common purpose will have strode
The future’s winding road
This might not be Kansas anymore
Or London for that matter
But as long as we hold onto our resolve
All our obstacles we will shatter
Quiet now, and listen –
Hear the wind – whistle and sigh –
It’s really rather musical –
It’s sound while passing by.
Yet we are warm and comfy,
Safe from it’s beating chill,
But it is still so nice to listen,
To nature’s melodic skill.
Quiet now and listen –
With me share and delight –
The chance for some togetherness –
As we cuddle on a windy night.
FOWC with Fandango — Musical
The couple lay side by side in bed. Though they were met at the hip, there was no other contact, nor was a word spoken. She silently worked her sudoku, while he scanned his messages on his lap top.
“Hey Sweetie, Don and Eva emailed and want to know if we would like some visitors.”
“Tell them not today, I’m really not up to it.”
“Okay, done,” he said. “They said let them know when you are up to it, and hope you are feeling better soon.”
“That’s sweet of them,” she said. “I really just need to be by myself today,” she said reaching out her hand and pulling him closer.
Sunday Writing Prompt “Intimacy”
Never Truly Apart
As I watch you dying, I hold fast to
The life we still now share together
As a loving husband and wife.
You are so much frailer now
Than on the day we wed,
Yet you are just as
Sweet and lovely.
We hold hands
The sentiments were already running through my head, and the prompt from Colleen M. Chesebro helped give me a structure. I have therefore put the thoughts into a reverse etheree form.