Can That Be?

Can That Be?[1]

A warm dulcet feeling stirs in my soul, touching my heart, as though with a very gentle kiss, teasing my mind, challenging it to try to understand.

A long lost inner me lingers, an after-image in dusky tones of argents and ambers fading to soft, pale rubicund.  Unrecognized it laughs, a full, healthy sound without sound, resonating in echoes and shadows.

A mellow honeyed warmth suffuses me asking me not to question, but to just feel, and I don’t know how to react, it’s all internal, it’s all me, just me, me alone.

Can that be?

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved