If I could draw this color,

then I could show you

what I experience.

If I could draw this taste,

maybe you might realize

the origin of the smile

on my face.

The senses aligned

creating sparks

then combining into a

continuous, fluid line.

The mystery unveiling,

Doors opening

into the Divine.

The key to unlocking

the end of suffering

of humankind.

They hadn't heard an ice cream truck in this neighborhood...

"Well?" he said in red apron, ringing a bell, and hovering a fist to the left, to the right, to the left again, as she looked up pensively from her report and smiled.

"I'll... have... November..." she said playing along with the spark in his amused eyes.

"Two scoops, or three...?"

"Mmmm... maybe, I'll have.... a Sundae..."

"Ahh," he said with flourish of gestures preparing the tall imaginary soft serve in a cup shaped cone.

"With sprinkles," she added, knowing he would pick the hot fudge sauce.

"Viola! Holidaze flavour!" he said, procuring it gingerly and she took it up carefully in two hands, knowing they were talking about memories and invention.

"mmm... so good! Thank you!"

"And I'll have--" one, two, three, four scoops of, "---June."

01.30.2024

Saudade challenge @AJAY9979

I watched the sun hold you today.

You lie there so elegant and warm,

with your hand stretched out.

And I know you will complain when you wake

You'll sigh at the annoyance of your arm tingling

And use that hand to rub the sleep from your eyes.

You will never know I was amazed,

Just as you will never be amazed by me.

But for now, I watch you sleep.

And I look to your outstretched hand.

Like the sun,

I wish I could hold it.