Bio Note: My Danish father and English mother traveled a lot - they met in Iceland and settled on an Out Island of the Bahamas. I've traveled a lot too, but returned home to Eleuthera in retirement. We're none of us traveling much these days, but we all look forward to a bit more mobility soon! In the meantime, I write and blog and edit Sampson Low's Potcake Chapbooks.
The light in your eyes is as the sun rising behind mountains in a cloudless sky. Your smile is like the first rain falling on desert land. The memory of you is like a long-forgotten childhood song. Your wisdom is like a fresh breeze springing up, slapping slack ropes against their masts. Your being gives the seasons to my life. If you should ever go, and take the sun and rain, the breezes and my youth, I’d sit in the dark cave of my heart, feeling its dry walls crumble into dust.
©2020 Robin Helweb-Larsen
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