She sat
dangling her feet
off the edge
of the pier
backdropped by
the thatch-roofed bar
overlooking
emerald green seas.
She sat
looking
longingly, wistfully
at her boat
anchored and lonely
fifty feet away
white, it used to be
with wide blue stripes
rusting in many places now
from the salty sea
its name still visible
barely
that name
still evoked
a milieu of memories
bursting through
the many cracks
of her heart
placed there
by time
would it ever be whole again?
Antigua
it read
through the worn letters
blurring
her mind wandered
to twenty years ago
picturing its young captain
that 30-foot haven of love
it used to be.
His quicksilver grin
energized the thousands
of fireflies circling her heart
lifting it up and up and up
above life
mere everyday life
forgotten
Heaven is where
she found herself
for just those few
sizzling summer months
that flew by
on wings of love
the kisses
caresses
tingling every pore
startling and shocking her
at its very existence
this hard fast love.
He left then
on that tiny Cessna
one steamy, humid afternoon
she saw his smile flash
through the murky window
of the small plane…promising
his return
swearing undying love
forever
he said
forever
nothing would keep him away
except
he didn’t foresee
the hand of God
swooping down
like catching a hummingbird
stopped midflight
the plane was lost
never seen again
pilot nor passenger
was it still in
The Bermuda Triangle
she wondered
was it time to let go
paint anew her heart
and boat?
Was it time
to live again
to stop
sitting there
dangling her feet
off the edge
of the pier,
wistfully.

© nomadicrhymer

Originally Posted by nomadicrhymer picturing its young captain that 30-foot haven of love it used to be. His quicksilver grin energized the thousands of fireflies circling her heart lifting it up and up and up above life mere everyday life forgotten Heaven is where she found herself for just those few sizzling summer months that flew by on wings of love she saw his smile flash through the murky window of the small plane…promising his return swearing undying love forever he said forever nothing would keep him away except he didn’t foresee the hand of God swooping down like catching a hummingbird stopped midflight the plane was lost never seen again pilot nor passenger was it still in The Bermuda Triangle she wondered was it time to let go paint anew her heart and boat? Was it time to live again to stop sitting there dangling her feet off the edge of the pier, wistfully. © nomadicrhymer