Tuscany

Golden Green

Golden green and sun kissed blue a strange explosion of colours where the old meets new. Gentle whispers on breeze pass your ears and enchant the leaves. Reflecting sun from a long ago shield catches your eye from away across the field.

Cool shadows bless the narrow street that you now wonder  where before have so many feet. The tall towers look like skyscrapers from a distance they were homes, warehouse and last defence nothing left to chance.

The grapes and olives grow anew as for  centuries they have and do they notice the changing seasons as years progress and people follow life for many reasons. The paths that now horses trot along are the very same as were travelled in years bygone.

The view from the castle rampart  high is still the same as when surfs, lords and ladies passed by. Great battles on these hills were fought from medieval to world war 2 and all for nought. The castles and walled towns still stand  they live and breathe  past and future hand in hand.

The café’s, restaurants and the shops all fit into the ancient stone buildings and castle tops looking out at the same view that they always had and always will do. The modern women in their high heel shoes and haute couture  walking carefully on the cobbled floor of streets that have born dainty shoes and bare feet before.

Field of long stalks and drooping heads hung down the month before were seas of yellow. The sun flowers wearing their crown. Swaying and dancing in the enchanted breeze to catch the eye and the soul to please.

So when you visit town or village the walls all tell a story , they live and breathe this 21st century yet they do not forget their older glories. The houses and churches all have souls  who mingle with todays’ and share their goals.

Sunflower gold

Sunflower gold

This wondrous mix I have never seen in all my life or even in a dream. I love the colours and light , sun by day and moon at night.The streets and buildings team with life as always, they’ve  have seen love and grief joy and strife.

I hope one day my life will guide me back this way so in fields of gold under azure skies I will sway. I will watch the present and the past living  united. I pray God that lasts.

The Wall

Together but apart

We travel together , but apart your distance from me is braking my heart. Our seats are side by side yet as you sit down you build  wall  behind which hide.

We move along together but in our separate ways in silence we start and end our days . I set the table with cloth and crockery put down the food which we eat ,nothing to say? It is all a mockery.

We are busy  avoiding the truth, all the time.  You with your work and I with mine . When did this all happen  were did our love go. Now there is a huge void between us it is physical I cannot get through it 0r round it, I have tried, you must know.

We disembark together collect our luggage and the car  then continue the journey , I read as you drive the car. I reach out to touch you I see that flinch am I that awful that simple contact  makes you wince ? We look at the scenery and discuss the flight we talk but we do not communicate , there is no reaching each other, now that is not right.

We book in jointly and walk up the stairs I draw in the scenery. You pour us a drink we chink glasses, cheers! I need you to see me, I need to see you. We must work together, you know that is true. Brick by brick the wall has to go  but I need your help .You already know.

We walk through the field inches apart but miles of ice caverns separate our hearts. Sitting on the pier surrounded by sea I can’t scale the emptiness can you come to me?

sunset

sun set magic

We enjoy the sun set and say how gold are it’s last rays , we are good at that, joining to give away praise. I look at you and you avert your eyes I known you are not with me but with her, another part of me dies.

We need to be honest and work this all out we still have a chance to turn this about. Our paths may be different and take us apart  but we need to discover what is left in our hearts. It may mean we no longer present this united front. Let take up sledge hammers and smash this wall , lets be blunt. We are not living in this relationship its true , and it is not enough for either of us to continue as we do.

We need to be honest we need to talk , it scares the hell out of me and I know you’d rather just walk. We could face the facts and work out what to do I have said my piece now it is up to you!

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