Reading between the lines
Energy flow fluctuates false steps remembered.
Could it be?
In another life, reaction would be muted.
Empty promises concealed in soft pastel wrapping
Volatile outbursts precede the flow of pastel wrapped boxes, heart shaped cards.
Deflating the bubble of joy that had begun on first view.
With a move to warmer climes
I invite more light in, the darkness slips away willingly;
Taking with it the bad memories and any trace of controlling forces.
Heart free finally.
Love yourself! more shout the books I read, I’ve been on that same page for months now.
Oh, your words arrive just in time like a cool wind when the heat reaches its peak.
Venice in the spring time!
Eyes refocus, energy returns, heart moves on to another