Lily of the valley

Face truth. Not often do we find, all by ourselves, that hidden flower elsewhere than in a piece of cellophane, not often enough do we breathe the mossy air of a forest and encounter its hidden beauty, the lily of the valley.

Face truth. Not so often in life does someone look at you with eyes and soul wide open.

Since my path crossed yours, I believe in hidden lilies in the valley. The hidden peaceful home that lies within, in my heart. I believe that if I watch the sunset or sunrise enough, sitting still by my window, I will  grow wise and patient enough. That impossibility will fade away with time. And with love.

Not a day goes by without you  on my mind. Nobody knows what makes me smile, sweet man in the valley, that those needs to share and sing my heart out and hug my friends comes from you, dear.

You were willing to face truth, so was I.

And so did Lily bloom. And so did the wind bring word of you to my ears and soul. So did I learn to look up and feel at home everywhere I go. Because your eyes, your soft words, enlighten my days. You are the way. You are home to me and I'm on my way home down in the valley and it feels right. No romance. Just the two of us, our bruised selves and silly jokes. Just naked truth. Truth is, first time I saw you left me speechless, breathless, but words full, wishful, joyful, truthful, grateful, beautiful.

Truth is, you have given me this treasure, leisure to breathe freely in your gaze and be myself.

Truth is, to me, you cancel space and time. I am not very sure anymore about when it is you are not with me, here in my heart, here in my dreams, here in my words, here although you are far away. It doesn't feel like distance, although it is.

Every morning I just can't wait, every evening I find peace enough to wait. However far you go, your spell works on me, piece by piece making me a better person with your gentle ways. Learning to sit still and enjoy the fragrance, the delightful scent of the shy lily of the valley. Picking the flower of the day, whatever bittersweet flowers the day has in store.

So glad I met you. Looking forward to facing truth in your arms, dear man of the valley.

Fiona, 1/5/15