Does this mean I love you?
Do your choices reflect my state of being
Or do I reflect your changing heart?
Do I passively deflect your approaches
Or do I embrace your movement of my heart strings?
For in these silent hours beside the fire
I have learned I cannot change
The heart which has affected me
Upon each midnight frame.
So then, I remind myself,
I am to be leftover in
Each moment evermore;
A fan until the end of which
I cannot say out loud,
But only in my searching eyes
I see the answer again.
Tag: fan
Working at Midnight (day 992)
Distant fan
Sinking cold
Tick tock
Midnight (day 554)
Long shadows
Buzzing old fan
Cold
Beautiful (day 81)
Lakes with glassy water
Sculptured clouds float lazily by
And a bee makes its rounds
Loudly buzzing to say hi
Sunshine, sometimes hiding
Soaking deep within
Smells of grass which I ignore
The itch; I am relaxed
A cool glass of lemon water
Lazily swinging on the porch
Soft music floats along
As the warm oven sings a song
Snoozing, with the pretty girl from the North
Even breath, tummy against my back
Flutters of a spinning fan
It’s summer again, let it remain again
*NOTE: again, I found another missing number in my catalog, so to make all right with the world, I changed the day number on this to fill in the voids. Sorry to cause you alarm.