Golden sun
On leaves of yellow and orange.
The clouds kiss the sky
As I stand and reach,
I endeavor to touch the
Heavens.
Alas,
I know you sleep well.
Oct18
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Oct17
Love Is Found
Feet marked by flames.
My
Eyes searching the summit
For some sign,
Some reminder
Of the path.
My
Skin
Overheating
With
The thought of reaching you.
And as we find each other
Here,
We awaken awareness
Reviving
A
Primitive
Love.
Oct16
Soul Light
It’s not like i can’t take being tough.
Or someone being rough.
It’s not like I am so fragile I will break.
It’s just I am getting tired of holding things at arms length.
My senses have grown fatigued
Waiting for a battle that might just be the end of me.
My defenses have laid to rest
From lack of will I guess.
I think I am ready to rest a while.
I would love to wallow in love.
It is all I have been thinking of.
Breathing,
While my heart is beating.
All the while I am healing
Wrapped in a cocoon shielded from the storm
That rages within and without.
Myself invisible to those who come around
With malice in their hearts.
And when I am ready to emerge,
The pain and sadness purged,
Nothing will be able to penetrate
What my soul light
Was able to
Create.
Oct16
Another Morning
Another morning.
Her blood seems to be fighting
With her skin.
Her bones are trying to sing
But
All her heart can hear
Is
Rain.
She will keep dancing
To the rhythm
Of the drops.
She will hold
Them as if a lover,
Welcoming them into her skin.
And she will dance again.
I
Will
Dance
Again.
Oct9
Maybe
Maybe
It’s not that he is afraid you can’t love him,
Or
Won’t love him
With all his flaws and imperfections.
Maybe he is
Afraid
You
Will.
Sep28
Maybe Tomorrow
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.
Sep26
Summer is Done
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.
Sep26
She Sees Herself
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.
Sep25
Deciding
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.
Sep24
She Believes
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.
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