pale lilac bells with purple throats swing silent in the wintery wind that takes the air to temperate from tropic; morning is a smear of sullen cloud of muted colours blended in a melting pot of green, of grey, a lone hibiscus frail and red just a bloodstain in the halflight pretending to be day.
Good morning from windy, stormy and cool Barbados.
Sky has become a tear filled eye, the rain a symphony of hisses seething against leaves, the roof, the edges of the world. Clouds are delicate no longer they flex their shoulders wide horizon to horizon, all dark with frowns and temper waiting to let fly. Earth sits sullen under water filled with clutter from its passage through the trees while the feral cats play hopscotch as they walk across the lawn paws shaking in distaste, tails fluffed, a fur umbrella becoming sodden in the rain.
Nothing quite like a bunch of cats trying to get to breakfast under adverse weather conditions!
I love the falling, the fill to overflow then tumble into chaos when I lose my heart. I love the loving the sudden loss of breath the stuttered words, missed heartbeats a flamenco in my chest; I love the moment eyes meeting, messages exchanged and understood, unspoken for the ear yet full of meaning for the rest of me a promise and a shadow, passion and pain each pulling out a paintbrush and their colours to make a work of art that looks like me all filled with laughter, joy and rage sharing the tears when right or wrong fills my perception of what should be, must be is the only way to be, I do not love the moments when I shatter on the hardness of my heart imposing order on the chaos, blind to the wonder of the falling that I love.
How's the weather? We give international temperatures in our weather forecast - as a tourist destination people like to know what they are going home to- and it seems pretty cold most place!
I remember loving you the food I could not eat breath trapped with words inside my soul, my throat all closed with waiting for the wonder of your eyes to see my timid smile. I remember hating you the tears that burned like acid on my cheeks each salty path a death blow to forever in your arms worse than the lies that carved my heart. I remember missing you the parting incomplete yet still so final in the shadows that it cast across the long days of my future all alone with you not there I remember turning back to look, then turning forward, putting you and love inside some secret chamber in my heart all woven shut with maybes in the pattern as I remembered loving you.
And shall we weave our magic here? Bespell with words all painting pictures, carving gentle bas relief against the sky with cloud trail telling secrets? Our souls are full, would speak to fill the world with words uncluttered by the hearts and flowers stopping up our mouths would sing the harmony of love so pure, so stripped down to the bone it shines with eldritch fire, could start a conflagration right across the world, touched to the fuse of hope for peace if we could let our souls sing for a minute...
Wildflowers
No, just a grey morning in the Caribbean.Good day.