Yesterday I went to bed an old me and this morning I woke up a different person. A year older person! A year wiser person? Probably not… 🙂 but still.
Yes, today is my birthday. Today I’m 37. I’ve spend an amazing day with people that I love and now I’m going to finish it with a glass or two of wine.
To say thank you to everyone who found a time to send me a quick message, to congratulate me on my birthday I want to share this poem that I wrote for my Creative Writing class.
As we get older, we tend to philosophise….
What is love?
It’s in the rhythm and the notes
in the tight embrace of marble bodies
It’s in the silver streak of hair
in movies, books and songs
of every world and culture.
It is in brief, short visits,
in fleeting touching of sleeves,
from unexpected brushing of fingers.
It’s in the quiet whispers
that are trapped amongst the shadows.
It’s in the words that shouted,
and those remained unsaid,
and in the first spring flowers.
It is in smiles and tears,
Illusive… It was here. Just now.
And then it’s gone for good.
It’s a connection, an exchange,
That we’ve spend centuries
exploring and expressing,
yet still cannot explain.
A force that moves our lives,
and makes it hard to handle.
It makes us laugh, it makes us cry,
it makes us feel like fools at times…
It is what makes us strong.