Reflection Deception

What is it about nature's reflectionsthat draw us in and entrance us; just the optical illusion,or is there more to itbeneath the surface? I stand divided betweenwhat is and is not:truths entombed in deceptionsguarded by ghostly aspswith venomous tongues. One side, firm footing,the other, a gator-bait splash;demons and sirens playingshamelessly dirtierthe more questions I ask.  Round … Continue reading Reflection Deception

Keep Us Here

Gently, I shake my spring snowglobeand shrink like Alice into the dreamworld. Meet me there, beneath our treein the shady grove beside the stream.For a while, simply lie with me,as we listen to the birdsand each other's heartbeatsand feel the wild grassesunderneath our bare feet.This paradise with you I'll keep,these stolen moments in which weso easily … Continue reading Keep Us Here

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

Holding Photographs

nostalgia bittersweetjoy so genuine, effortlessradiating, echoingfrom fading photographs touched, held betweenringless fingers and the fumesof a heart on emptyfrom the momentso distantly removed time does not warpthose precious instancesforever suspendedfeelings will flutter onthousands of centuries bittersweet for the blissis eternally retrievablebut if the present is lessthen the tearsbreach suppressible falling is the gravityof sadness, all … Continue reading Holding Photographs

As Me

"I do not ever want youto stop being you. Please,"you said to me, as you always do, but this time,finally,you got through after such patiencein teaching mehow to love myselfand never oncebeing anythingbut kind and understandingas I repeatedly fell  on my face,tripping overhow unnecessarily x      l     m     c     e     p      o I insist on … Continue reading As Me

Never Entombed

When the worldand the shadowsencroach upon you,know that I'll be thereensconced beside you.I won't let you go,for what haunts youcannot harm me;I'll keep you imbued,infused with our love's continuous surpluswhen your colors beginto be stripped by Loss,and when the shadowsbegin to retreat,we'll emergefrom this cocoon and live again free –invincibly,immortally, you and me. I'll be there beside youeternally.  Poem and images … Continue reading Never Entombed

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

The Green Returns

The green returnsas sure as the sun;the seasons keep spinning,web-weaved by the One. There must be a purposefor the phases of the heart,like the moon always wholebut only showing certain parts. Shadows and winter andstormy weather undesired,but without feeling the chill,what would be the motivationto light the fire?  What could wake, shake, andempower my soulif … Continue reading The Green Returns

Bluebell Truths

First among the season'sblooms of Mexican bluebells,the sight of the familiar coloralready having sprungthe leak in my heart's well,so profoundly in its silencerang such messages of truth, its face to the soft, setting sun,its torn wing-petal too,so humble,so beautiful,a story untold:inner workingsonly throughthe gentle,loving lightvulnerablyexposed.We are meantto fill in the gaps,each other hold, using the same lightharbored … Continue reading Bluebell Truths