The sun each early morning seems to highlight the flowers with extra meaning, the tenderness emitting such soft-spoken beauty that celestially enwraps my soul and whispers finally, "Welcome home," and I've never known this feeling, never seen in the interaction between the petals and beams realized dreams on the brink until there was you.
For a moment, I get lost, and in that moment, I fall still, sunset upon golden wildflowers blur the division between worlds. My dreams and reality merge, forming a portal, yet in this moment, I feel the empowerment of control, not the control I foolishly chase in denial, never able to keep everything in its … Continue reading Between Worlds
Heart-sensors extra sensitive, picking up mixed signals of every human emotion, eyes brim with unidentified sadness but do not spill over, for tears that mix simultaneously with happiness get recalled to the cauldron to start over in the feelings-concoction, stirred not by hand but all that I am, have been through, have yet to see, … Continue reading Mystery to Me
Flowers wish not for the raindrops to detach; petals cling to brief love affairs in the fleeting overcast. Time and gravity and even sun seem against them, pull apart the bonds. But sometimes a flower simply loves the rain, the way so naturally both simultaneously bloom and glisten when so tenderly embraced.
Sometimes, I think of those few I offered my heart to, but I try not to, for the sting threatens to unstitch me; no matter how much sugar I pour in the wounds, the truth of the matter is none of them wanted me. Perhaps these romantic dreams I weave keep me suspended above the … Continue reading Suspended
My breath gives life to your dreams,a fresh breezethat more than stirsthose visionsfaded in dormancy,in hibernationdeep down,too long asleep;they do more than wakeas they rise upto frolic and play,overly-delighted,dancing jubilantly–an eternal green spring. My breath gives life to the youyou've been hiding;every shadowed corner insidereceives my beacon lightcalling your soulto shed its heavy layers,to let … Continue reading My Breath
mourning dove the morning after I will shed the tears for you, dear lady I will grieve but we most both look to the sun it rises again and our lives go on even without the physical presence sometimes of lost ones we love the circle of life contains the dark and the light the … Continue reading Ravaged Nest
Clouds in my bathwater from the window reflection wave slowly to and fro as I control the water's motion. A Latin ballad takes me through the portal to relax with a lover on a foreign coast. I stay away awhile transfixed on the floating pane, a whole romance novel transpires from beginning to … Continue reading Clouds in my Bathwater
Bloom with me, my darling. This gentle embracing fills me with such resolution. Together, we can weather any storm; nothing clouds my view of doable solutions. Bloom with me, my darling. Let our dreams merge with our petals meshing as one. Together, we fuel each other, and I fully believe we can reach the sun. … Continue reading Bloom with Me
Fire in the sky millions of miles away; we safely observe the colorful, light-scattering display each day, gathering in peace- ful assembly, all reveling in the undeniable greatness of the planet we are sharing, if but only temporarily before we snap back to the unnatural reality, manmade distorted discordance fueled among a clashing society. If … Continue reading Fire in Our Hearts