Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, February 19, 2012

The Call

He calls from distant shores,
at odd hours,
while the stars play hide and seek,
and wind whispers in his ear.
He calls home from distant shores,
where he finds peace on the ocean floor,
and comfort in the squeal of his rod.
He tells me tales of mosquitoes feasting on his skin,
while he celebrates another catch.
While he celebrates another day.
I hear laughter in his voice,
I can picture his eyes bright.
Long ago they shined,
in carefree summers,
thunderstorms awakened us ,
raindrops on the roof dancing,
romancing us from our sleep.
The phone dies down,
without any warning.
The last sound I hear are wind chimes,
engaged with the wind.
He will be gone another sunrise and
then he'll be back in my arms.  


  1. nice...hope that time passes quick until his return...i hear laughter in his voice...i like that...and good on you for letting him have his fun as well...smiles....

  2. Beautiful!
    (and oh, how I love your doggie!) :)

  3. I love the tale you wove here, ayala. This was so rich and layered. I loved it.

  4. This is quite beautiful and soothing. I like it a lot.

  5. Ah, that is so lovely and romantic. I really liked the ending too, I was thinking he was dead and gone, but glad he isn't!

  6. Beautiful images! And a real feeling of happiness!

  7. So, he had literally 'gone fishing' hehe
    What a lovely picture, in words.

  8. A lovely tale...I am rooting for a happy reunion soon ~

  9. Such a warm verse, hopefully back together they will be and their arms will emerse.

  10. magical and fitting!

    Aloha from Waikiki
    Comfort Spiral

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  11. I hope he returns home safetly.

  12. Hopefully they'll find each other again. Can be most fulfilling on account of the long distant 'call'.


  13. Captures all the emotion of a lovers' trust in a relationship... :)
    Nice one.

  14. Beautiful! The tales of mosquitoes and the laughter in his voice make this palpably real.

  15. Wonderful write. Fits perfectly with the picture. So intriguing.

  16. Your beautiful and wistfull words capture the photo well Ayala....this is a lovely write!

  17. Nothing beats the phone call of a loved one!

  18. Beautiful. The plight of an only child, even with children of their own, is that she/he never knows this connection. That feeling that bonds across a crowded room; that look that says "we know", we learned that back then.

    No,we share the same cliches we heard growing up with other "only children", before we part after dinner & the theater. We can't pick up a phone and say, "do you remember when...?"

    Well done...and sort of sad.

  19. Love the cadence of this poetry. Something very calming about it.