Beginnings

© aNadventures

They keep calling

until I pick up the phone.

We talk all night. 

 

When I fall asleep, 

beginnings whisper 

possibilities.  

 

We have breakfast

on a sunny day

or when rain hits. 

 

All year long, 

beginnings hold my hand

until I start to write. 

 

They create 

the draft

of my next chapter.

 

They shape my story, 

beginnings sing along

when I forget the words. 

 

Like a lover

they seduce me 

with their promises. 

 

In rainbow colours

beginnings draw my dreams

on a brand new canvas. 

 

Like memories –

they keep calling

until I pick up the phone.