I fall into its arms like an old familiar lover
I’ve missed it so.
A few days away from it and my heart aches to touch it,
to feel it again under my finger tips.
It waits, in silence, slumbering but not asleep.
Waiting, and longing, to be touched again.
And I return, knowing it is calling me.
And I have to heed its call.
To reach out to its heart,
and join mine to it.
I stare at its beauty
and know I am bewitched.
But there is more.
More to add.
More to flow between us.
The magic is still there.
………….. I’ve worked late into the night on it, this watercolour of the goddess painting. And I’m pleased with the way its flowing. There will be more to add when I next work on it, but sometimes I have to be away from it to get my next piece of inspiration. And that certainly seems to have worked this time – as its created poetry in me too!!!! For the first time ever!