Category: love

Sunday

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry, spirit7 Comments

Today my senses have been filled.

All emotions coming in their own time, in fits and

Torrents of pleasure.

Love in all its forms.

For child, grandchild, music and words.

Love for him and the sky,

And the sounds of the field.

The love of life,

God’s words in varied forms, audible and not.

Morning love and passion with

Smiles and light – caring, warm, intense and perfect.

Child and her small one, perfect complements of each other,

Hearts in line.

Wind & Chi, a field of hope and eternal gratitude for what once was and will always be,

and as i sit

the Kirtan flows and joins the gratitude of the space.

My poetry place- a joining and treasuring

of kindred sprints never met.  A wealth of beauty and positive light.

People and words to cherish and hold dear, truly a gift.

And an afternoon spent with words, books and thoughts of him

serenaded by Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto #3, too lovely for words,

Yo-Yo Ma’s cello perfection and Rufus Wainwright’s words – profound and moving.

A Sunday spent in love with life and all it holds

so simple, so easy, so right.

I am grateful to be

Just be. I need nothing more.

4/26/15

MC

Meeting in Darkness

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry13 Comments

Souls meeting in darkness

And passion.

Sweetness in acceptance, a perfect fit,

The essence of man and woman, as it is meant to be.

No drama, no pretense,

Just truth and faith.

Truth in what we feel and faith

That all will be as is it meant to be.

The night is full and twilight

Is sweet and sensuous.

Morning comes and he leaves, again.

But this time there is no sorrow in parting, as it is only “goodbye, for now”.

I know he will return when the time is right

And the darkness is soft.

His scent lingers in my bed and his hands

Have left handprints of heat on my skin that warm my heart long after he is gone.

There is no place in my life or heart for drama, as I am tired of it all,

There is only room for love and acceptance.

Acceptance of the fact that the time he gives to me and the time I give to him

Will remain ours and only ours forever and

That special, unique part of us that we share,

Expressed in whispered words of passion and caring

Will never be given to anyone else.

It is ours alone, no matter what the future brings.

And so in time, the passion will begin again

And it will be as if it had never ended.

4/21/14

MC

Poetry Man

On By MiCoIn love, poetry12 Comments

Love’s music, full of

Softness and peace.

Profound sadness of heart,

But joy in the listening.

Some sounds resonate in my heart and

Are notes to cherish and share.

Oftentimes an opening of feelings long buried.

As much in pain and sadness as in joy.

There is such a short distance between tears

Of joy and tears of pain that

They are sometimes confused,

One with the other.

Music brings out a depth of feeling, unexplainable,

Sometimes foreign, but always familiar.

To be able to make music is such a gift,

One that I surely do not possess!

But he does.  I hold his music close to my heart and feel the

Heartbeat of the music maker.

A writer and singer of soul and heart,

He speaks in sounds, notes rearranged in endless patters

With an ease that belies the complexity of the process.

Words of soul, love in notes, flowing beauty,

Softness of heart, eternity in each heartbeat.

You’re my poetry man, “you make things all-right”

Thank you

Solitary Existence (written in 2012)

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry6 Comments

My singular solitary existence of

Days filled with unfulfilled hopes, lost dreams.

A resignation of sorts

No expectations = no heartbreaks.

I can’t take yet another chance

No more, it’s not worth it.

Or is it?

Maybe with faith some forgotten hopes can be remembered

Maybe I can still see his face,

Feel his breath upon my neck,

Run my fingers through his

Beautiful silver hair.

The fantasy continues,

Death cannot stop this love.

Death cannot dissolve the truth,

The love, the tenderness.

Death took him from me

I cannot loosen its grip.

Death’s stronghold clouds my vision of him,

Makes it harder and harder to picture his face.

Harder and harder to hear his voice,

Feel his touch.

Death is a selfish thing,

Keeping him all to itself.

Unwilling to share

To let me see and remember.

It tries to convince me that I have lost

That he belongs to it now, but that is just another of death’s lies.

He is safe now, safe on the other side

Behind the vale, the boundary between these two worlds.

Death was only the vehicle to take him across,

It holds no power over him.

He speaks to me of our love

In my dreams.

He causes the wind to blow my hair

Across my face as if to imitate his hand.

I feel his light and strength in the darkness and

See his smile in the sunshine.

Yes, death has cheated me, has taken a part of my soul

Away and left me in sadness.

But its power is only in my letting,

My allowing, my perspective.

I can and will change that and death

Will no longer be a barrier to he and I

And someday I will take his hand once more

And together we will walk through the field,

Smell the milkweed blooms again and rest

In the tall grasses of peace and beauty

And death will have lost its final battle

And we shall be free.

Soft Sadness

On By MiCoIn love, poetry4 Comments

The silence of midnight

The silence of wanting.

Dark time, soft

With sadness.

A scent, a look, a memory,

Almost enough.

I long for that touch

That voice, that look.

It fills the night, turns the silence of longing

Into loving and giving.

The soft sadness replaced with his touch

His hand to hold.

His kiss to make mine

A light in the darkness but

Never to keep.

No More

On By MiCoIn love, poetry1 Comment

Soul searching,

What will I find?

The truth or just

My version of it.

What do i want from him?

For him to be what I want?

How unfair, how bizarre.

A stuffed animal in the corner

Would have as much soul,

one of my making.

Knotted ropes

slug round the edges.

Tethered to trees,

Tethered to hearts.

A mix of emotions,

Strong and weak.

Inappropriate in this need,

Soul grazing.

Fueling my heart,

But with false wants.

Irrational needs,

to  much to hope for.

I want it all, now

before it is too late

Before life is over and

I have lost.

The chances are over, nothing is left

I have missed it.

I want to love.

To love and be loved now.

I have waited far to long already,

But the hope fades

The darkness wins and

I am no more.

4/15

MC

A Beautiful Truth

On By MiCoIn love, poetry4 Comments

Is he real or just a thought,

Just a beautiful thought.

A real flesh and blood man, or just my

Projection of what I have always hoped for.

Oh but real he is, my mind could not make this up.

It is beyond thought, beyond truth.

His eyes look into my soul

And carry me to places I have never been.

His kisses turn me inside out

And leave me breathless.

His hands hold my heart and

Caress my thoughts.

His sexual power is limitless,

And his lovemaking magical.

He is a man of spirit and light,

Kindness and love.

A talent and a gift with a

Soul of tenderness.

The world stands still when

We are together and time ceases to exist.

This way is my acceptance, my choice

My rules, and my sacrifice.

I can change my expectations,

But not my feelings.

There are some things that will never change,

Never cease to be a part of me, and my love for him is one of those things.

And what of that? Is it a sorry fate,

An overwhelming sadness, it could be but

It is not, instead it is a love with no bounds, no bonds, no limits, no lies, no guilt.

Just tenderness, and belief, a belief in each other and mutual respect.

I recently read a definition of the term relationship.  “A relationship is a heart searching for a home and longing looking for a place to be”.

My heart has been searching for years and has finally

found a home,

But the door is shut.

The longing can see in through the windows,

but they are all broken.

So I will accept this and will sit and hold my heart,

and cradle my longing, while waiting for time to stop again and

for his eyes to carry me to those places

where the door is always open, and the windows whole.

Waiting

On By MiCoIn faith, love, poetry7 Comments

A lifetime spent waiting.

Hurry up and wait.

Wait for what?

For everything.

wait to eat, wait to love

wait to be loved.

Wait to have enough,

Wait to give enough.

I live to love, to be.

Waiting takes time, precious time.

Time better spent living and loving,

eating and being.

wait  no more, give it now,

love now, live now.

Come, take my hand, my love,

Let me show you how.

4-10-15

MC

Flowers

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry8 Comments

White and yellow with

green centers, flowers of the field.

Daughters of nature to

make beautiful the hearts of love.

Softness surrounds,

Beauty overflows and light spills from their tiny faces.

Green stems  uphold their joy and

reach for the warmth of the sun.

God smiles through flowers.

Eternal Moment

On By MiCoIn love, poetry14 Comments

Turbulence of soul,

Confusion of heart.

That instant when you know

When you trust and

All else falls away.

The essence of love is all that remains.

The abandon of laughter

Of tears.

One joined with the other,

No separation, no conflicts.

A total acceptance of all there is

Of the other’s heart and soul.

To share as one

No division of being.

But it is all just a dream.

My sadness in longing for

What will never be, can never be

Because it doesn’t exist.

I am chasing an impossible dream.

Refusing to believe it can never be

In spite of proof.

Proof that human hearts will never

Live up to my longings

Not even my own.

That storybook love that takes your breath away,

That stops your heart,

That lets you lose yourself in his eyes,

I’m told it isn’t real, but

I have felt it.

How can it be just an illusion?

A one-sided dream?

Not a truth, a fairytale love,

Never to be returned.  But I did find it, once

It was a wonderful, soft, warm, moment in time

When I lost myself in his eyes and let myself believe that the fantasy was real.

And it was, but only for a moment, an eternal moment.

But only one,

Only mine

One sided

Dream