Maybe he told you
But his voice was not heard above
The silence of the falling leaves.
Or the sharp snap of branches breaking in the
Autumn cold.
It happens.
You were busy doing the dishes and he had to rush
Out the door,
For
The garbage truck was coming.
Someone had to take the trash
To the curb.
Maybe tomorrow
You can listen.
I open the window with anticipation.
There I hear the birds last summer song,
For summer is done.
Crisp autumn air wafts into the room
Sweeping away with it
Summer’s dust which has settled in the nooks
And crannies,
Yet
Not on open books.
My mind is filled with wondrous thoughts of
Falling leaves and cooler mornings to come.
I look to my garden for one last flower
To which
I find none.
No one has really ever known her.
Seen her.
It is because she seldom speaks up.
She is so tired of
Trying to be heard above the noise.
She does not share her stories anymore
So others just see her smile.
They feel her hugs.
They think she is the quiet girl,
The frail one
Because she is kind.
She is learning that she does not have to explain to anyone.
She used to try but her lips stop her now.
And her heart.
Someday she will meet someone who truly sees her.
Until then she sees herself and that is enough.
While I am in over my head
Grasping water
Through my fingers
To no avail,
They are standing at the wardrobe.
They are deciding which dress
I should wear.
She does not give up on
People.
She will believe.
She will believe
Until her dying day
That each and every soul
Is beautiful
And
Worthy of love.
Worthy of hope.
You think
The mind
The heart
And the soul
All speak different languages
And so in confusion you abide.
They do not.
Simply
Listen.
Often
Emotions overwhelm me (us).
I (we) cannot seem to think.
Words always fail me (us)
And
I (we) feel as if I am (we are) falling,
When
All
I (we) need
Is love.
A chance encounter
On a
Sunny day.
Remains of a puddle on a crowded sidewalk.
I stepped to my left,
You stepped to your right
And there I was looking in your eyes.
It has been such a long time
But my heart does not recognize the clock.
Your hand brushed mine as we said hello.
And there I was
Thrown back in time.
Standing under that
Old
Oak tree so long ago.
As if we never let go.
My heart beating quickly
As I fell under
And
Into your love.
Under the tree.
The old oak tree
So long ago.
The soul
Cannot live its
Truth
In secret.
Come bathe yourself in my
Wild love.
Come feel my steady,
Sometimes
Quiet love.
Ever so shy love
Only for you love.
Surround me now
I’m ready love.
Chole Into Diamonds 