Waves of white,
Dunes of snow.
A magical expanse
Of openness and light.
Wind swirls the
Snow in columns,
Leaving patterns of circles
In their wake.
The wind howls in eerie
Cries of loneliness and desperation.
All life is kept covered
Awaiting the sun,
Resting in the silence
And stillness of cold.
A ring of trees keeps watch
And defines the space.
I sit in the snow and sing.
My song resonates in the emptiness
Changing forever the space within.
This place fills me
And I am empty no more.
2/15
MC
Thoughts without action
Are worse than no thoughts at all.
A conscience choice – his alone to make,
Not to act.
He says:
“You are never far from my thoughts”,
But he does not act.
“I love you”,
But only in “his” way.
“I want you”,
But only when it works for him.
“I promise I’ll be back, I won’t run away again”
Just a lie of the heart.
Thinking, loving, wanting, and promises
In words only, without action
Are only ploys to keep me attached,
Keep me hoping.
With distance comes clarity,
Cold, self-centered and cruel
Not who I thought him to be.
2/15
MC
I sit, candlelight flickering
Through my eyelids.
The skylight reflects the candlelight back to me,
And the new moon back to the moon.
The night landscape is dark,
Cold and endless.
I am cold and endless as I rise above the candle.
The wind blows my hair and chills my bones.
My eyes scan the dark earth.
Fields lie in wait, trees sleep.
Hills role on to hills,
And night sky meets night wood.
My body and gaze rise above
The wood to the sky.
Dark joining dark,
Points of light joining points of light.
In the darkness there is no separation of earth and sky.
In my darkness there is no separation.
The flicker of candlelight
Through the skylight fades with distance.
The quiet and dark become who I am,
All encompassing, all inclusive, comforting
All dissolving into one.
2/23/15
MC
I loved touching him
I loved being touched
I loved holding him
I loved being held
I loved kissing him
I loved being kissed
I loved loving him
I loved being loved
But now he is gone
He has walked away and
Taken with him the
Touching
Holding
Kissing
Loving
The once warm darkness
Is now empty and cold.
His love is gone, but mine remains
The remembrance is all that is left
The sadness complete
2/12/14
MC
Sorrowful heart with
Remembered longings.
Soft light and
Warm comfort.
Gentle music –
Gentle touch
Soulful eyes and
Whispered words.
The aching, and wanting
Fueled by passion and truth, mine.
Nothing is better –
No one is better.
Age brings acceptance,
Comfort in my skin, at last.
Only to be discarded,
Only to be broken.
Such a waste,
Such a shame.
2/20/15
MC
Trust unbroken by time or by place,
Newness a clean stale to make or to break.
What is it that fosters my trust in this man
So completely right from the start?
The look in his eyes, his smile,
The light in his soul or the touch of his hand?
I wish I knew.
So safe, so secure without even asking.
Complete Surrender not to a conqueror
But to a partner, lover, soul mate.
A body to meld with
A mind to explore
A heart to hold
This trust will endure
His voice thrills me,
His hands uplift me.
His story inspires me,
His arms envelope me.
His mouth caresses me,
His eyes see through me.
This me was more because of him,
This me is now less without him.
Sweet soul
Sparkling eyes
Shinning confidence
With a little boy’s smile.
Life hardened but
Innocent by choice
Gracious and kind
Everything I love.
What makes the tree branch grow so twisted
Growing unnoticed until autumn insisted
In stripping the tree of its life giving leaves
To question the truth in all we believe
But the tree knows the truth, its faith is not shaken
The sun will return, it is never mistaken
And life will sprout new with Spring’s freshest breeze
Restoring our faith, to make us believe
In all that is good, renewed, but concealed
Until autumn commands that the truth be revealed
Silhouetted against the night sky,
A soft shape, draped in shadow.
A promise of what will be –
not seen but felt.
The possibilities are endless,
yet the outcome is always the same.
Nightly through the month’s lightening sky the
Circle is revealed,
Light erodes the darkness and wins again.
The new moon’s promise is kept.
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