Held In The Rain

no one to lean onnothing to graspcycles of free falling while I remainsteadfast smiling, pleasing, pullingit offnot able to surviveif hurt feelings were everinadvertently mycause  pile it onI'll absorb it all I can carry moreproblems solve keep fightingwhile I quiltthe peacefrom the patchesyou leave tattered about for me I'll piece it togetherto keep you eachcozy, dry, freefrom … Continue reading Held In The Rain

Petals Along the Path

Just another golden bloombeneath the golden rays,just another petal in the pathto my heart's hearthat the end of the day where you'll find me alwaysand just the same,as faithful as sun & moontaking turns tolight individual ways, but you know the direction homeby the scent of the dream,and you make your way off trail through the … Continue reading Petals Along the Path

Blooms & Moods

White and ivory blooms,intact with their earthy roots,just right in the soft sunlight,will always be my favoritefor the way my soul connectsto a home I know I onceknew... And the bright yellowsthat herald in spring,flower trumpetskicking off the jubilee,insisting that every faceturn toward the sunand celebrate –those do make my heartleap! But when it comes … Continue reading Blooms & Moods

Maiden Song

I am the maiden from your dreamswhose song you still heard in your non-sleep,deep in the wood where the single beambreached the dark and lit the lilting streamthat you followed, barefoot-steady on mossy rock,determined to find the source entrancing your heart. Maiden, faery, mythological immortal, you knew not the form of the feminine aura,only that you … Continue reading Maiden Song

Waiting for Spring

I found you and meupon the branch of a tree,two buds of greentoo long dormant,now opening for the first time,side by side,having found each otherand now able to fullycome to life, previously waiting,spring procrastinating,delaying,knowing "the one"was coming; I waited for you,you waited for me,waited so longfor His timingto bring us togetherto help one anotherbecome what … Continue reading Waiting for Spring

The Journey

The journey, they say, is in itself the key;I've been downevery wrong roadmultiple timesit seemed, but to surface, I wish I could say unscathed, with the treasure of mein this mirror now heldsacred,  I'm hesitant to lay blameon my past,for who I amwas definitely shapedby every shadowed,obstacle-strewnpath,  and the keythat ended up being mefits perfectlyinto the lockaround your heart;  I … Continue reading The Journey

Window Shells

Out of body, I float through time, hover unaccompanied, no ghost as guide; nonetheless, through windows I peer,Dickens-paned, layered veneers.Yet in them, in those moments, the mise-en-scènes are still amiss–a faraway look, a laugh insincere, a single, silent unwitnessed tear–not necessarily sad, just adrift; have I never settled into my prints?My soul, a gypsy, but wishing to barter–tent for cabin, … Continue reading Window Shells