Poem: Strands

Strands

Fragrance of orange blossom tea
Specific strands from a fun familiar tune
These float in my senses during the waking moment
The aroma drifts away yet Winan’s lyrics linger…
I want to be more than just a friend
… All I want to be is everything…

An angel thumbprint on me – in me – firmly
and the knowing comes softly

I must do this or flake away to dust
I am alluvial
I still slough and flow
and I must go with it… use it… create…
no more hesitation
no more what if

Within these strands of activating connections
I must be who I know to be
with courage
in joy

–Angela Loëb; May 2008