sun at sargasso sea

That tinge of gray laced in lavender, indigo
A background for dark leaves, as if hiding something
But really, just placed there to be what it should be
Coffee cup kisses sweetened by time
Wafts of cinnamon and comforts of vanilla
In time
When indigo skies at sunset
Begins to mean more than
The setting of the sun
The ending of a day
It forces you to never stop looking.

Catching light, fast as you can
Grabbing hold of those in-between moments
Between daylight and darkness

I am the words to your pictures
We are the stories that we weave
In images and thoughts
Of old souls and new beginnings

You look and wait
But you don’t know what you’re
Waiting
Or looking for

All of life is storytelling
Tragedy, comedy or by a Savior’s grace
The convergence of seemingly strange, strangers
Passing by everyday flurry of routines, rituals
Until its time when your story be told
When convergence- such a powerful word-
To meet, to unite
A powerful word to describe the meeting
Of otherwise strangers in this big world
When two strangers meet and feel that
Butterfly in the pit in the stomach
At the same time,

The same thing, at the same time
That is magic.

Or should love blossom as it should?
be as sudden, fitful as a dump truck
Roaring down the highway hitting you head on
Should it be as violent as nine-meter waves crashing on your head
Or as gentle swells softly lapping, tickling your toes
In effervescent bubbles
The purity of the moment

These thoughts waltzing through your head
Later, you will see that your heart
has not steered you wrong.