conceived in a poets dream a soul shinning through the eyes of an angel movements charted then danced to the sound of her own composition with the scent of fresh cut flowers each sight, sound and smell of you took my breath away your memory makes me forget to take another.
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A Study in Loving Kindness
By day, you lead your yogis in breath-led twists and poses By night, you have us reading star maps, To navigate the journey that’s before us. A journey we are destined for but none of us has mastered, We are humbled when we see each other stumble, And quick to help each other riseContinue reading “A Study in Loving Kindness”
Familiar Roads
Memories of what seem to be past lives flash by like sign posts along the way
Your Absence
Your Absence is ever present and my search never ending.
Grateful
In the fog of my pain and confusion I have thrashed about Seeking salve for my wounds And remedies for my fractured “Humpty Dumpty” of a heart I wore my love for her on my sleave I weave the words of my grief into the lyrics of the minstrels song In the pain of ourContinue reading “Grateful”
Memorial Day Weekend
It’s the first few summery days of spring. And I walked the promenade in Rye. The boardwalk was alive with couples. Some giddy in the newness of the bond Others holding hands, so comfortable in their oneness Dog walkers, strangers themselves Letting their furry friends get to know each other, nose to nose while, familiesContinue reading “Memorial Day Weekend”
On Your Birthday
On rain swept days or sun struck mornings I sit upon this marble bench in your rose garden, And sigh your name and wonder … If you can see the mist that clouds my eyes, If you can feel the beat of my heart quicken If you can see my body shudder as I shedContinue reading “On Your Birthday”
A Study in Loving Kindness
By day you lead your yogis in breath led twist and poses By night you have us reading star maps, To navigate the journey that’s before us. A journey we are destined for, but none of us has mastered, We are humbled, when we see each other stumble, And quick to help each otherContinue reading “A Study in Loving Kindness”
That I Might Find Them
In the milder seasons, I slow my ride and scan the horizon, with hopes and prayers that I might find them.
The Reflections of Other’s Perceptions
We must let our insight guide us and to step out of the looking glass and into the reflections from deep within our true self.