The Name and Blue Sky On a Sunlit Friday Morning
"The Name and Blue Sky on a Sunlit Friday Morning"
“There is something missing,” he announced.
“Oh,” She said, “in what way?”
“Well, “Love”? I wonder where it is, in all of this?”
A breeze moved hauntingly through the French Windows
lifting the curtains like unbuttoning a girl’s loose blouse
then gently feeling it’s way to the sheets lying twisted,
alighting onto the two in parlez.
“Well, that's straight forward - The Name.”
matter-of-factly, replied She.
“What Name?” he now said looking anxiously at his car keys,
as he sat in bed cradling his 50 Shades of Earl Grey tea,
intrigued by his curious side order,
and then to his Eggs Benedict and SinnerMan French Toast.
She was a great cook,
he’d proffer her that much, his host.
“Apparently, it seems to float around like a ghost”,
She whispered conspiratorially,
throwing him an all knowing look.
She was sitting in bed,
surrounded by a myriad of open books
and Blue Sky on a sunlit Friday morning.
He was puzzled, now thinking She
was throwing him one of Her wonderful stories,
seducing him with words mouth-watering -
of course, he bit, bait and hook.
“What has this got to do with “Love”?
I don’t get your gist.” he was more than perplexed,
something in Her story he was certain he’d missed.
“I heard you must never say it out aloud,
The Name, that is."
She looked through the French Windows, outwards, up towards the clouds.
"It should be whispered,
The ghost's here already - listening to all of this.”
She responded, feigning a half-crazed look,
She then emitted a soft, “Shush!”
He laughed at Her,
“Some mystery you spin to me,
I am intrigued today, you talk a good talk -
you have me hunting for lost meaning in words,
forget finding the needle in a stack of hay,
replace with trying to find a ghost in a burning bush,
for our topic of discussion today!”
In hushed reverent tone, She replied
while tapping away on Her trusty warm laptop,
in a zone all of Her own, not once reading his eyes, Her head turned away
towards unseen words on an internet highway.
“You must never use the Tetragrammaton, replace it with Adonai.”
“What does that mean?
I think, with all this research,
you are getting carried away!” this he remarked,
towards the unlit light on the ceiling,
as if for divine assistance,
he rolled his eyes upward, above
"Ah, there are strange things at play in this world, that are unseen, ignored, and unknown,
that waltz unexpectedly into minds when they think on their own -
“LOVE”, She smiled, "It means LOVE,"
“It also means Home”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Of course....I agree... you are you...and I like it...I just wondered about love...Do you feel it...can you express it...well, your way...I sense you as I read you...but I feel something missing...either in me or you...I'm not quite sure... “ Anonymous
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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