In every one of us, there’s a story to be told. One that bears tears – tears of sadness and tears of joy. There’s a hopeless romantic in each of us, for love is a universal need. I’m like an onion. I have many layers.
Yesterday, I walked past the park in the photograph. I have walked past it for years, but never did I stop and admire it’s beauty, until now. Here’s a little something I wrote:
A Gentle Breeze and Autumn Leaves
I’m drawn to this place
Of hidden beauty and grace,
My eyes brighten and my lips part,
I close my eyes and wish.
In a sudden haze,
Your presence overwhelms me,
Your cologne fills me,
It’s rugged and soft
With traces of sandalwood,
It’s light and fresh
Just like a crisp white cotton shirt.
Perhaps we have never met.
But for now just let me be,
For patience is a virtue,
A hidden melody in the whispers of the wind,
A hidden comfort found in the gentle breeze,
A hidden note scribbled on an autumn leaf.
Yours truly, from a 21-year-old girl who believes, “the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart” (Helen Keller).