The birds sang goodnight
the phone rang
the sun went down.
I heard nothing
except…
the sound of your breathing,
your face against my neck.
To be suspended in the space
called feelings…
…where every shift in form
changes the atmosphere
the temperature
and time stands still.
Having known this
can I ever listen to the birds,
hear the phone,
see the sun go down, and
not remember the day
when time stood still…
except for…
…the sound of your breathing,
your face against my neck.
All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd
Sara, this was awesome. Poignant and beautiful, romantic and filled with wonderful sensations and images. Incredible job.
Oh my goodness such cute pitcrues. Love the pink and blue fuzzy ball picture and the one in the basket. Such beautiful eyes and smile in that one. Great job Sara and Leah.
this one makes my heart stand still – miss a beat – miss a moment so well known – beautiful work – love the spacing.
Admiration for your writing is all I can say. I’ve always felt that if a person can put feelings and thoughts into words without diminishing those feelings and thoughts … they’re truly gifted.
How romantic and so full of longing!