Chesto Posted September 5, 2008 Share Posted September 5, 2008 I let my breath out, for the first time since.... The next breath I take brings the scents of a Maine morning, early, just after the first ground frost of the year. Cold , fresh, clean air fills my lungs. And my shoulders heave as I cry, quietly, in relief that I am able to do this fine thing. My eyes, tear shot, are dazzled by the diffused light of the sun just showing, milky , through the morning Maine mist. The colours of the hardwood leaves sear my mind with their beauty ... but kindly. Unbearable kindness. My next, grateful breath, brings the scent of you. Sleepy. Warm. There. Your little cat's face, sleeping. You smile your little cat's smile. In sleep. You sigh, contented. With your little once in a life time voice. I have stood at Frost's fork in the road. I have travelled down one of the roads. Regret, the only sound to be heard. Then. A voice. Your little voice, called me back along that road. A road that rang , now, all round with the sound of hope. And I reached the fork , again. And took the other road. Back to love. Back to you. Now. Here we are. Together. In a frosty Maine morning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
myrmaad Posted September 5, 2008 Share Posted September 5, 2008 mmm that's nice to slip into. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
humanbean234 Posted September 5, 2008 Share Posted September 5, 2008 Oft-funny how art parallels life. At the end of June, of this year, I returned to America on Leave, after soldiering in Asia for nearly nine months. Part of that time was spent visiting an old friend, ex-roommate, and journeying with her up to Maine. We lodged in a cozy bed-&-breakfast in a tiny town called Southwest Harbor on Mt. Desert Island, away from all crowds and traffic, and it was there that we fell again into love, and she became my fiancee. Sunday morning in Southwest harbor I went running by myself, the smell of the ocean crisp in the cool morning air, through the empty silent streets of that place, and I paused at the pier before returning... the moment is etched forever into my memory... alone with a few nonplussed seagulls, and the sounds of my own labored breathing and the waves as I stared into the sunrise, thinking about my life and my love and the odd fate that had led me to that moment. There's something about Maine, Chesto, that is only known to people who've been there.;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chesto Posted September 5, 2008 Author Share Posted September 5, 2008 My dears, myrmaad and humanbean, both of you the cause of so much delight, empathetic sadness, and soul searching.I've never been to Maine in my life. Someone I know, has. And, she would like to live there, forever. This is just my tiny gift to her. A little place in the heart's mind, forever Maine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyreil829 Posted September 5, 2008 Share Posted September 5, 2008 i must admit that is a really good love letter the amount of care someone put into this is just... breathtaking Col John Sheppard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lisnpuppy Posted September 5, 2008 Share Posted September 5, 2008 Very, very beautiful. Makes me wish I was the one in the warm, snuggly bed in Maine. :happy: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyreil829 Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 same here Col John Sheppard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MalachiDelacot Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 how....romantic..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Chesto Posted September 6, 2008 Author Share Posted September 6, 2008 Be careful what you wish for. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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