The Chief asked me last night at dinner (can that man ever cook) if it was possible to rename the Daily.
"No," I answered automatically, "Once you name them, that's it. Why? What did you think I should change it to?"
I was thinking he had imagined some new, exotic spiritual or literary title for the blog.
"Oh," he mused with a small smile, "I was thinking maybe The Occasional? Or the When I Feel Like It?"
Time spent with the Chief is always an enormous amount of fun, with conversation ambling from the spiritual to the anecdotal, whilst consuming slightly inadvisable amounts of his wine cellar. Last night was no exception to this rule, but with one additional and amazing addition - an eclectic tour through the Chief's music collection. He has thousands of songs - and movie clips, I mean, how do these things work? Obviously, pixies are involved somewhere in the electronic ether - from almost every genre. It was a great evening, from which I stumbled home in the early hours of this morning, slightly worse for wear and stinking of port.
What more can a girl ask for? Well, apart from the ability to post every day without exception, obviously.
Here's a little something I prepared earlier. Feedback welcome - enjoy.
Away from you,
I saw you everywhere
more clearly than before -
and, being always with me,
it was unnecessary,
it was impossible,
to miss you.
This is new.
Away from you
I find you in the wind,
in the songs of whispering flags,
you rest against the moon, proclaiming the sky.
You are the dance, the pulse, the drumbeats,
the cool of crystal in my hand,
you are the tears of rain as skin steams dry.
But to see you now
against that distance –
Your soft eyes more gentle
than I remember,
(in silence your soft eyes stir the sleeping storms) -
I had forgotten
the flood, the overwhelming
waves of yearning
on a mindful tide.
Copyright Sarah Cheverton, 2007. Please do not reproduce without permission of the author.