Inclination

Sitting alone in the park one day, admiring the breeze, and nature’s guise listening to the birds, chirping, and tweeting keeping in check, his weeping, and grieving

Chokes within but doesn’t rest, sets alone but can’t intend to release himself of the misery that fed, inside his soul and mind therein looking for a sign, or a conversation perhaps

Closely waiting for someone to come, to sit on the bench, to share some anecdotes willingness to speak up about himself, he idly waits for the one that might stop him feeling this way

And then somebody walks up to him, she finally came through, but he didn’t expect, she sits across him and casually smiles, saying hello with a twinkling of eyes he smiles in zest, and in doing just that

The misery that ate him slowly disappears he starts talking to her, with a savoring intent he shares all his worries, and lightens his head, his heart and mind, perhaps his soul is at peace

He finally received a blessing indeed, he tells her his stories, and tales of old, she smiles and giggles and asks him, “what’s wrong, your voice seems sad.” he replies with a gentle response,” It’s all right now.”

You’re here now, he felt as he got rid of his weight truly enlightened in her presence, and intimate the air seems to favor, as nature did call a cool breeze that struck, both lovers in arms