I’m going on a journey
My friend must stay behind
So I’ll take with me
A part of he
Reassuring my heart and mind
That love has no boundaries
It’s something you can not possess
It’s timeless and everlasting
The part of life that’s best
I’ll take with me his smile
To share along the way
And his love for adventure
To enjoy each passing day
I’ll take with me his patience
So as not to miss a thing
And his heart felt compassion
For every human being
I’ll remember how it feels
To hold his hand in mine
Then lend one to another
Knowing that in time
One day my hand will reach out
And be joined in the end
Not with that of a strangers
But my long desired friend
JOURNEY
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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POND Haiku
Light autumn rain falls
percolating on a pond
bubbling through the fog...
tiny beads
of mercury dance
on water....
Cool soft droplets land
most gently
on flower petals...
leaves reaching out from their stems;
tongues hanging off lips
of children splashing puddles...
POND
percolating on a pond
bubbling through the fog...
tiny beads
of mercury dance
on water....
Cool soft droplets land
most gently
on flower petals...
leaves reaching out from their stems;
tongues hanging off lips
of children splashing puddles...
POND
Thursday, September 24, 2009
SURRENDER
Your fingers, like a light breeze,
slip through my hair, combing it from my face.
Weightless resignation catches this cool,
gentle wind; eyes fluttering in the moment.
And I succumb to the sweet abstraction
in your breath, swallowing every word.
slip through my hair, combing it from my face.
Weightless resignation catches this cool,
gentle wind; eyes fluttering in the moment.
And I succumb to the sweet abstraction
in your breath, swallowing every word.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
INTIMACY
Submerge into the river of my intimacy
absorb my essence, be fluid with me.
Feel my soul entwine with your heart...
Fingers clutching the transference of energy
giving birth to one spirit.
Feel the words my lips speak...
Let them engage you in the ebb and flow
of my conversation.
Wrap yourself in the contentment of my arms
be fluid with me.
INTIMACY
absorb my essence, be fluid with me.
Feel my soul entwine with your heart...
Fingers clutching the transference of energy
giving birth to one spirit.
Feel the words my lips speak...
Let them engage you in the ebb and flow
of my conversation.
Wrap yourself in the contentment of my arms
be fluid with me.
INTIMACY
REVELATIONS
Meet me at sunrise
when the day starts a new
when floral sheets of silence
awaken from their beds.
Revelations emerge from within a shining light
across the discursive ramblings of the sea
only to lap against wooden hulls.
A cryptic message to the masses?
No, to just one
but a universal plight I hope;
For I would write a poem to mankind
in the hope that it would
make its way to your heart.
REVELATIONS
when the day starts a new
when floral sheets of silence
awaken from their beds.
Revelations emerge from within a shining light
across the discursive ramblings of the sea
only to lap against wooden hulls.
A cryptic message to the masses?
No, to just one
but a universal plight I hope;
For I would write a poem to mankind
in the hope that it would
make its way to your heart.
REVELATIONS
TAPESTRY
I examined the embroidery
of a most exquisite tapestry
lent to me by a friend
to wrap my heart and soul
Observing the progress
of this handicraft
I traveled through time
Journeying from inexperience and ire
to creativity and exploration
the mistakes made along the way
gave this work character
The most recent stitch in time
shows maturity, patience and
conformity to a pleasing, familiar pattern
How I hope to thread in this creation
the colors of my life
lending to its completion
a permanent reminder of
the gratitude for its warmth and comfort
While inspiring a rejuvenation
of the adventure once woven
into this fabric
TAPESTRY
of a most exquisite tapestry
lent to me by a friend
to wrap my heart and soul
Observing the progress
of this handicraft
I traveled through time
Journeying from inexperience and ire
to creativity and exploration
the mistakes made along the way
gave this work character
The most recent stitch in time
shows maturity, patience and
conformity to a pleasing, familiar pattern
How I hope to thread in this creation
the colors of my life
lending to its completion
a permanent reminder of
the gratitude for its warmth and comfort
While inspiring a rejuvenation
of the adventure once woven
into this fabric
TAPESTRY
Monday, September 21, 2009
TEAR
The day I called your name
A tear caressed my cheek
It was a tear filled with joy
A tear brimming with hopes and love
For in that tear
Was the taste of salt from your lips
And the blue seas of your eyes
Whisking me away to a place I had never been
And in that tear
Was a reflection of myself
A part of me I thought I’d never give
To someone whom I could lose
Then your hand
With its most gentle touch
Brushed away my tear
Hoping to spare me pain
Not realizing
That tear, was all I had
To make me feel alive.
TEAR
A tear caressed my cheek
It was a tear filled with joy
A tear brimming with hopes and love
For in that tear
Was the taste of salt from your lips
And the blue seas of your eyes
Whisking me away to a place I had never been
And in that tear
Was a reflection of myself
A part of me I thought I’d never give
To someone whom I could lose
Then your hand
With its most gentle touch
Brushed away my tear
Hoping to spare me pain
Not realizing
That tear, was all I had
To make me feel alive.
TEAR
Getting On...
I am getting on with my days.
I push a cart
through the grocery store
put gas in the car
not much more.
Insignificant tasks now
challenge my patience.
But…
I am getting on with my days.
Not a good one?
That’s okay
there will be another.
Oh God another!
And the mailbox seems
so far from the door
my mind is weighted with,
What for?
The what if's
What now
When?
But…
I am getting on with my days.
Getting On...
I push a cart
through the grocery store
put gas in the car
not much more.
Insignificant tasks now
challenge my patience.
But…
I am getting on with my days.
Not a good one?
That’s okay
there will be another.
Oh God another!
And the mailbox seems
so far from the door
my mind is weighted with,
What for?
The what if's
What now
When?
But…
I am getting on with my days.
Getting On...
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