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.
Seasons shift
forest awakes.
Warm breezes blow
refreshing the soul
Heat builds as
shade deepens
Changes come and
colors erupt
Winds blow
cold creeps in
White falls
forest sleeps.
Rising smoke of love
Tangles limbs and thoughts.
The sharing is complete
Only when doubt is defeated.
Love ebbs and flows
And Sings itself to sleep,
To rise with the sun but
Cry and stumble in the night.
To barter is an unwise decision,
Love’s stakes are too high.
Its heartfelt promises are made but
Washed to truth by rain.
rain puts out the fire,
As love’s smoke settles to ash.
1/30/15
Winter cold,
Shared isolation.
A time of hibernation,
For us as well.
Silence in the forest
Only the hiss of falling snow
Summer’s fragrant scents are gone
Replaced by the cold – only snow scents.
But I can feel it, the silence,
The stillness of sleep.
The fresh cold air.
The time of rest.
The burrows lined with grasses,
Crisp autumn leaves of warmth.
The creatures relent and sleep,
Only we insist on life as usual.
We fight the cold, curse the endless snows
And count the days till spring.
Relax, enjoy this time of silent whiteness
A time of peace and gentle sleep.
The cycle of seasons will run again,
They have not forgotten.
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