Leave it now, my love
I’ve had my three score years and ten
Soul mates, we’ll meet again
Don’t reach out, my love
Leave me be, let me go ahead
I’ll see you there, you know
Let me rest, my love
My heart may still, but not my soul.
You and I will be one
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #51 photo prompt.
Image credit: Adrien King – Unsplash
Wherever you go, know
I will watch out for you.
No, don’t look back!
Your future lies ahead.
Live it out, live it well
Be free, be happy!
Don’t turn around!
You’ll break the spell.
Know, my love
that I will be waiting
Until we meet
on the other side.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #20 photo prompt.
Image credit: Akshay Premjith, Pixabay
It was isolated. Very isolated. No one for miles and miles.
That was what she wanted, what she’d planned for.
And what she needed.
The house was almost on an island. Just a rickety wooden bridge led to the lakeside.
Otherwise, just water. She could hear it lapping, gently.
On the rocks below.
She unpacked her things. Not much. Who would need much here, alone?
No-one to please, no-one to dress up for.
No-one to dress for.
Just her, the house and the elements; the water, the sky and the sound of nothing much.
She breathed in the cold air. Threw her arms wide.
She was part of it.
She had all the time she wanted now, for this would be her final journey.
She would simply be swallowed up.
Into the landscape.