Blue skies seem sometimesbehind us too far,and when the oasis of nearness dissipates into illusionyet again, we dangerously tire,as the colors of hopefadelike sidewalk chalk in the rain,and we driftwithout careinto the storm. But as long as there areforks and bendsin the paths and roads,what-ifs and depends,Fate can only temporarily takehostages,for choice and circumstanceand weather will permitthe opportunitiesto change … Continue reading Drifting

Maiden in White

She seemed to floatin flowing gown of whitethrough the gardensin the misty morning light. With gentle hands,her fingers brushed,skimmed over the blossomswith celestial touch; the blooms self-muted their huesas if infused with her purityuntil all the world resembled heaven for a moment but affordinga glimpse of eternity, and as she departed,long, fair hair slow-dancinginto the horizon,the … Continue reading Maiden in White

Overlapping Storms

Choking on saltwater wavesthat relentlessly batter,you smile and assure meyou don't need the preserver.  You insist I take it,even though we both knowI am the better swimmer.  I pass it back. I can treadthese waterslonger.  We will alternate. Save your strength. You can give meintermittent breaks.  This is mydomain. Titan hears youpleadingmy name.  Mermaid fins are reinstated.I transfer themto you … Continue reading Overlapping Storms

Barricades and Gates

Don't count the daysyou've been apartor all the fissuresthat keep formingin your heart.Don't count at allexcept to count on the reunion.Sometimes it's necessaryto future-focus in those moments. Close your eyesand let that vision in;the light of faithmakes the best stitches. Stop red-exing. Green circleall the days left in this life.Keep hope open andinto each moment invited. Don't count … Continue reading Barricades and Gates

Hope Is A Red Balloon (With Audio)

Hope is a red balloon. To dream is to release,To let the heart again believe:Benediction granted wings. Hope is a red balloon. To fear is to release. Self-shackling to the ribbon neededFor freedom to be achieved. Hope is a red balloon.But with passenger and knapsack attached,It becomes the passagewayBetween spirit-death and life hatched.  Hope is a red balloonThat … Continue reading Hope Is A Red Balloon (With Audio)

Pursuit of the Bloom

Thinning tightrope, teetering plank:I've walked them both.I've fallen.I've sank.Tentacles brushing,shadows lurking,up the stalk, through the Valley of Thorns,relentlessly clambering. Holes in the boardsopening and closing,disguised as light, trap doorsback to startheartlessly sending.The invisible bridge always glistening against Defeat's whispersin the first rays each morning,fleeting, only sustainable by faithand a resolute spirit's strength.Maybe todaywill be the day...A thought repeatedover decades...  Finally achievedand coming … Continue reading Pursuit of the Bloom

Twirling Petals

Between my fingers, I slowly twirlthe way I've done before,white petals like the pinwheelthat may in turn propel my heartand set in motion in the universethe dreams I've protectively harbored, but now I realize, those dreams have beenall granted by the stars,so the only thing that fadesin the mist of heaven's cloudsis my grip on hopefor … Continue reading Twirling Petals