Perhaps

~ Perhaps…it is the light, reflecting in symphonic visions from dampened roadways, serenading my heart in melodies of whispered thoughts, painting lyrical lilacs on a gray canvas with fraying edges even as clouds connect the sun, I sit alone, on a worn leather seat, fingers tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with the endless miles connecting my cultivated dreams with pictured fantasies that may prove to be just that… fantasies yet I look, optimistic eyes perusing spring fed corn row wishes and sunflower sonatas, which my heart faces with fevered emotion and anticipation of each new coming day… (constantly aware of roadblocks set up along the shoulders of your heart) Distractions come as an eclipse darkens the sky or is it my heavy eyelids causing the detour, yet my soul is alert to the possibilities of what might be waiting behind that locked door where silence allows me to hear your words… written in the wee hours of the morning an invitation to share this morning with one who matters, one who touches me, one who feeds me with a simple hello and a cup of coffee or something more…fantasies become realities…perhaps