Star-gazing assumes a new meaning
With you by my side
As we lie under the canopy of stars
You trace your favourite constellation
On my bare back
Trying to fit in the mole
Then you trace another and another
While I hold the crescent moon in my palm
With only the night owl for company
In the warm embrace of the night
Star-gazers own the sky.
they sweep through our minds ~ these melodies of the past ~ wish that all could hear — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Hello, and good day to all of you!
First and foremost, I want to express my gratitude and thank you all for your kindness, support, and positive vibes I have received from you. You’re not just fellow bloggers, you are such a tremendous force of friends to me and you have all touched my heart with your sweet comments after the post I made yesterday. God Bless, each and every one of you! 💗
Yesterday, after I posted my long-winded, pouring out my soul to you fine people… I was back on the phone.
After an hour of the 3-way call between Xfinity-Comcast’s technical support service and my mother, the problem with her internet is solved. (I’ll spare you all the details of that). This and another 3-way call with one of my dearest friends, JT, and my mom, to straighten out an issue with her Netflix service.
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“All I want is to tell you how much I need you,
but no sound escapes my throat.”
This is one of those nights, with the first light of morning just creeping over the horizon, that I contemplate my place in this world. When my world is fast asleep and I’m wide awake, it’s the silence that gets me. The eerie calm that has washed over everything in the night. I find myself envious, because I’m not at peace. I’ve forgotten what that feels like. So I do the only thing I can, in these long, lonely moments — I grieve for all that has been lost. And I remain hopeful that I’ll have another day to try again. But deep down, I know. I’ll fail again. Just as I’ve done for what seems like forever now. Failing has become a part of who I am. I know it would…
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