Saturday 7 September 2013

It was a beautiful clear night. A gentle breeze lightly stroked my face and played with my hair. There were no lights for miles, yet my eyes had become accustomed to the dark night. I was leaning against a gate facing a large field with some sheep at a distance. I could hear the chirping of crickets. I was content.

He came up behind me and slowly put his arms around me until his body was enveloping mine. As he put his cheeks against mine and gazed into the distance, I felt complete. Two hearts beating as one.

The touch of his body against mine awakened my nerves and made me come alive. Up ahead, the Milky Way glistened in the dark night sky. It was perfect. My moment of perfection.

He gently turned me to face him and asked me to look up. The moon was creamy and full. He never looked up; instead he gazed intently at the reflection of the moon in my eyes. I was in awe of such a magnificent sight.

‘It’s beautiful.’ I said.

He didn’t move his eyes from my face, fixated by a thing I did not see. I wasn’t even sure that he was listening.

After a lifetime it seemed, he finally said ‘yes, you’re beautiful’.


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A Careless Whisper


A careless whisper is ferocious with its venom,
Thoughtless it might be, but harmless its not.

Quickly uttered – something to say.
Fills the empty gap, the awkward silences.

A careless whisper builds alliances, where trouble used to brew.
Something to do, when there’s nothing else anew.

© Amy Serafina
"You know me, I'm free as a bee."

© Amy Serafina
You wait and you wait,
To hand over your heart,
To someone that is worthy,
Someone that is kind,
Someone that will protect it
With all their might.

And then one day
That very same person
Rips it apart,...
Cuts it into a million pieces
And chucks it aside.

Just when you think its healing,
He leans over and cuts through the stiches
All over again.

© Amy Serafina
You work so hard to get somewhere and then you finally get there, only to realise that maybe it wasn’t where you wanted to go in the first place.
In the smallest moments, I realise that the smallest things made the biggest difference.

© Amy Serafina
 

Tired. Simples.

Tired. Tired of being judged, misjudged, labelled, mislabelled. Just tired. Plain and simple. Tired.