Friday, July 9, 2010

it happened one, rainy afternoon.....

SHE was sprawled out,
beneath the blue, diaphanous canopy.....
taking a 'cat nap'......
as it were....
 for but a moment !!
'on this rainy, hot, Friday afternoon'.....

and she awoke, with a start !

for he was standing over her....
watching her......
marveling at her beauty.....
with that DEEP smile in his eyes.....
and a crinkled, weathered furl between his brows.....

nonetheless....
she SAT UP !!
shocked out of her 'sleep state' by his presence !

there is nothing more frightening than awakening to someone
STANDING OVER YOU !!!

so she did what she always did.....

she HID UNDER THE COVERS !!!
and waited for him to disappear !!,
hoping, beyond hopes, that she'd been dreaming.....

and one could hear a pin drop in the room.....
it was THAT silent.....

but he remained,
stoically,
 resolutely,
by her side....

grinning....
for her childish fear was as endearing to him as
 EVERYTHING ELSE about her.....

he loved her....
in the end.......
he simply LOVED HER.

she could run....
she could hide......
she could throw crystal figurines at his head even !!
:}}

nonetheless.....
he loved her....

he decided, then and there, to
WAIT IT OUT.......

even if it meant standing in the same spot....
throughout the long, summer SHABBAT......

and so....
he silently,
 stealthily,
planted a kiss upon her 'covered' forehead......
and wished her, as always....
a
SHABBAT SHALOM....

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