Of musk and wood and hope you smelledThe whiff of you took my breath away.
You stood there without a care,
And didn’t give me a second glance.
Adonis unaware of his Aphrodite.
Dreams became you and the unkind years did nothing to drown my yearning,
Sometimes, when serenity takes over and I look at the orange blob setting,
and hear the trees rustling,
I get a whiff of you, of musk and hope.
And Aphrodite waits for her Adonis to come back to life.
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.