Funny how that happens, the serendipity thing, but some friends are so close … even from 10,000 miles away … they know without knowing how things need to fit.
What am I on about?
Last night, just before turning out the lights — at about quarter after one — the following verse spilled from my fingers … heart … whatever … because that’s the way my heart and fingers cope.
He Calls
He calls
he says, Please …
don’t tell
Don’t tell about the history
Don’t tell about the future
promises
lies
compromiseHe calls
he pleads, Please,
don’t let them know
the truth in the history
the vision of the future
promises
lies
compromiseHe calls
we laugh, Please!
don’t forget
Don’t need to hear the history
Don’t need to know the future
promises
lies
compromiseHe calls
we fight, Please!
don’t cry
Forget about the history
ponder on a future
promises
lies
compromiseHe calls
we kiss, Please …
don’t judge
Glorious was the history
nebulous is future
promises
lies
compromise
Waking up this morning, what waits is music from Robbie, my cosmic twin, who has a keen grasp of my heart and often knows my mind before I do. (He’s a bit spooky, he is.) …
Now, I write a lot of poetry, and most is for therapeutic purposes, very little seeing the light of day, but on this bright, sunny morning in Seychelles, it seems this must.
Serendipty do … or something …
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
There is no such thing as serendipity.
Sure there is, Bri. In the UK they call it cling film.
Nope, it’s the quantum foam in action. Pure science, not mysticism. 🙂
Isn’t cling film Saran wrap?
Exactly. Clingdipity film …
I like the poem. I don’t understand what it’s talking about, but I don’t need to understand to listen to its music.
Thanks, Paul. No need to understand ’em … just ride and rope and brand ’em …
Serendipity, quantum foam, whatever you want to call it – so very real.
Spooky friends – priceless.
I do love my spookier friends … Mwah, Lis …