The Spark Diary - Wednesday Afternoon - 20140723

Ben Howard's voice comfortingly singing to my ears
His finger tips running on the strings
Steadily but gently


Wednesday afternoon
Your smiles, your looks, displaying one after one
The rhythm his fingers playing
Each word you've said
Running through my head without a pause



The breeze brushing the long hair
You've never touched

'I don't mind'
Once you said

Your message, simple and direct
Don't mind why this hair is saved
Don't mind if this hair is cut or kept


You think purely
You stare at 'me'




That pair of cleanly deeply  meaningful eyes
Looking through clouds to the mind
Looking at me, but not just looking at me
Your exploration, your curiosity
Those eyes smile slightly


As it turns out,

This is the journey belonging to you


Me
Is your journey

The Spark Diary - Check Point - 20140721

Heart slightly hurts, that dessert at our check point

'Don't be so sweet. ' whispered silently 

You, sweet you, my heart held so tight

30 days and nights, like the rainy dawn, like the starry night 

Under the blanket of mist...

wrapping me up, little by little

The sound of your laughter, spilling the neat spreadsheet, 

The look of your anger, displaying on the centre of my crap-work screen

The words of yours here and there 

Since when, have sewn a soft net

My heart being wrapped... 

That was warm, that was sweet, that was a little pain

What could I offer?

Wanted it, but couldn't want it...

Wanted to, but couldn't give to...

The feeling, that was forbidden to say

The yearning, that was no need to spit 

700-mile-away you,

Feel it?

Feel me.