Memories of what seem to be past lives flash by like sign posts along the way
Tag Archives: Loss
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”
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”
Times Gone By
My unseen hand touching the small of your back.
My Blessings
To the maker of stars and the stardust from which we are all formed, Who bent down from the heavens, and with the sweetest kiss, And the best intentions, blew life into our souls, I kneel and bow, with heartfelt gratitude, For all the blessings you have bestowed upon me. It began with the tenderContinue reading “My Blessings”
If Only
If only my heart were broken, Instead of shattered into shards, its clockwork ripping through time and space, parts scattered across the universe, never to be whole again, never to quicken at the sight of you, never to slow awaiting your answer, never to race, beat for beat, our hearts in sync beating as one,Continue reading “If Only”
These Days
I don’t know how to love these days, With broken heart and jagged soul. For half a century it was easy As you grew near and dear to me. Your smile warmed me like a hearth, Your softest kiss set my heart aflame, And burned inside me like a candle’s wick, Our bodies formed toContinue reading “These Days”
The Minstrel’s Lot
It’s my life’s work, To sit and sculpt the images of her form, To shape with phrases praises of my muse To sing her songs and tell her stories, To sketch her form in words that sum The jigsaw of her mysterious whole. And with deft fingers strum cupid’s harp And pull at heart stringsContinue reading “The Minstrel’s Lot”