Out of the blue

I believe in

unexpected

good things.

.

I believe in

the unpredicted

unanticipated

unforeseen

unheralded

un-looked for

completely

and utterly

out of the blue.

.

I believe in

the amazing.

.

And sometimes,

just sometimes,

my faith

is rewarded.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Fletcher Sibthorp

 

Out of the Blue

I believe in

unexpected

good things.

I believe in

the unpredicted

unanticipated

unforeseen

unheralded

un-looked for

completely

and utterly

out of the blue.

I believe in

the amazing.

And sometimes,

just sometimes,

my faith

is rewarded.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written around this time a few years ago. But I like it. And good things that come out of the blue.

Art by Fletcher Sibthorp

 

Out of the blue

 

I believe in

unexpected

good things.

 

I believe in

the unpredicted

unanticipated

unforeseen

unheralded

un-looked for

completely

and utterly

out of the blue.

 

I believe in

the amazing.

 

And sometimes,

just sometimes,

my faith

is rewarded.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written around this time a couple of years ago. But I like it. And good things that come out of the blue.

Art by Fletcher Sibthorp

 

 

Only because

She asks ‘why me?’

Then she suggests that I have a secret, sacred gift of words that weave a silken, seductive, silver web.

I explain it is but a trick of cheap smoke and music hall mirrors, a clever refraction of an entirely ordinary light.

Yet she points out that those that follow are seemingly compelled by the rise and fall, the cadence and cascade, the promise, the pleasure, and the pain.

I shrug. I cannot answer.

I am always at a loss to understand why my flame attracts beauty when I think the candle from which it burns is so unexceptional. The mystery is greater to me than anyone.

Yet she persists. ‘But of them all, what makes me so special?  What makes me worthy?’

I look into her wide, eloquent, achingly lovely, almost innocent eyes.

‘Because, my sweet, darling girl,..’  I pause, trying to find the words that perfectly capture the rare, wonderful and exotic creature she is.

‘Only because you are you.’

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fletcher Sibthorp