Invited

Invited

Does a soft breeze touch your face,
whisper in your ear
connect you to another place
Yes, you were invited, dear.

It has been so long,
yet thoughts of you linger still
the feeling so strong
actions and propriety must bend to its will.

And yet, you are a shadow
a darkness in the mist.
Listen for a tune hummed low –
grasping of sand in an impassioned fist.

Come near, once more –
Upon the sand in breezes fair
let your heart explore
my fingers, again, brush through your hair

Sometimes, memory is so strong
but it isn’t much
when a heart will long
for only your touch.

I search not to be the only,
Nor promises of love, unrequited –
but to connect – a heart not lonely,
Yes, my dear one – you are invited.

24-October-2015

cc LinCava

Often we are called to connect to others.  Rarely a connection is made that cannot be undone.  Despite distance or circumstance; despite denial, the connection is there – and ignore it as we try to, it never goes away.  It may fade – or lurk in the distant subconscious, but try as one may, it comes to the fore as a fresh breeze on a hot, still day.  This is one of those breezes.
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