roses fill the sky
with the fragrance of the tide
as petals sing to the moon
under the canopy of our afternoon
know
there’s always been a piece of me in you
a mirror or two
reflects back our love
while we climb the ladder of chaos
still embossed
with an evening of frost
as we set off
on a journey to reclaim our love lost
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sometimes,
the words just come
forward, flowing
through my heart, and
head, and
onto the page you’ve read
and, at other times,
it’s as if the page
you’ve read,
has never been said…
contemplations like these,
remind me
of the love we feel,
easy, coming, and going,
like the seasons,
as we continue running…
here, and then gone,
a whisper,
soft and kindled
with love and care,
we wonder
where they’ve always been, and
foundered, yes,
at times, still
try as we might,
forcing the issue
will only lead
to more isolation,
frustration,
and eager anticipation…
yet,
when we can
reside in the heart,
and realize the words, and love,
will come in their time,
just like we’ve always
understood they would
we create
a new space,
filled with light,
and faith in growing,
because we’ve been showing
our heart
to the world, and
as we slow down,
and recognize this proof,
we become one
with our hearts inner truth
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I often wonder,
what it is about
thunder
that causes
such a
mysterious
sensation,
from deep within.
There are times
when I’m smitten
with a grin,
as I
ponder and reflect
upon
my life as a child.
Thinking
about the thunder
that would rain down
when we least expected
it.
And then?
Running,
hiding, and trying to find
a place to not be affected
by it.
And, as I write that last
stanza, it occurs to me,
the “it”
in compilation, is unseen
and hidden from view.
A mysterious, and, yes,
often ominous feeling,
even when the thunder
was not dealing it’s clatter.
Hiding under bed,
waiting, worrying, and
unofficially praying for a stead-
fast reprieve
form the hidden noise.
And, oh, what a joy!
When finally released
from the deluge
of noise,
which overwhelmed
my every sense
until, finally,
yes
poise,
did return.
And, I could crawl
out
from underneath,
and, once again,
breathe in
the
salty air
from the rain,
which did just fall.
Oh, thunder, you
are oft criticized, and
yet, are a part of
Nature, so I
do surmise,
you are elegant
in your ways.
And, I do always
pray, for a return
of the rain.
So if you must
also return,
very well,
I will prepare
as needed,
and,
see you thunder,
on the other
side of
the
season.
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