Saturday, September 7, 2013

Your Sweet Soul

The cold through cracks blows, the gray cloudy skies seemingly drifting into the room and yet, there you are, sitting, working, beauty like incense permeating senses, a warm tropical breeze moving slowly amongst leaves, green, swaying as you pass, giving life, sharing your brightness with those who, for too long, have seen only darkness.

There are days that the bitter cold wins, the battles fought hard come short, but, in the end, you, because of who you are, because of the luminous spirit that dwells sweetly within you, the war will be won... Won by the love you possess, the love you unselfishly, tirelessly give. I feel it everyday, every moment we speak, every second we sit in silence. You are a light that pervades every corner of my insides shining without occlusion, truth seen fully and accepted completely because of who you are, because of... all of you...that sweet soul.

True and Lasting Beauty

You, dear one, give hope. You lend beauty and light into a world many times dark and colorless.  A singular red rose, you bloom splendid over a field of snow.  Spring's renewal wafting from your eloquent tongue, your laughter, your sweet tears, your warm smile.
There is no other more beautiful than you.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Through the shiny

Childhood words still ring, captured deep
Now and again they seep,
resonate through years
But now encouragement shared
Able to struggle through veneers
laid thick one layer, another
Shiny poly protects and
we look great, but feel nothing
Grind down through pain
through tears and anger until
the real is touched
caressed, protected
Your smile opens my heart 
rids the shiny
...and slowly, imperceptibly, the specular layers wear through
to see blemishes real
No fear with trust

Next to me

Sit beside me my love
Hold my hand
Watch the seasons,
the colors as they change
Grow old with me
next to me
And I will love you,
nurture and protect you
And lost within
the deep pools of blue
my happiness will live
And eternity will be met
with a smile... knowing
love was found, you were mine.


A word, a phrase, a sentence - though easily remembered
is like a mask, thin and clumsily covering the authentic.

The real you is a plunge from the continental shelf,
the lighted caustics in the shallows falling away in dancing marbled patterns...
darker and darker into pitch where not even you have seen the secrets buried.


Love shines from your countenance as 
dusk's sunlight through broken clouds,
Your light streaming
beams upon an
undulating ocean
in scattered fractal patterns.
And in my tiny boat, rolling atop the waves, I sit,
my face looking up, eyes closed... I smile feeling your light warming every part of my soul.
...and the water all 'round blooms in splendour

The Moon

You are the moon
pulling me, moving me
and under your spell
a whirlpool spins
and I, dizzy, am swept within your deep
And joy spills from within me, sprays all around me
unable to contain
my love for a treasure once hidden

You are the moon,
I am the tide.

Build you up

I feel fumbly at times reaching out to you, 
my steps wobbly, as a toddler walking.  
My words, in the end, impotent ...and yet here I
am so very far away and, no matter how fervently
my expression, I'm helpless.
But daily I pray my utterances, though never enough,
will fall lightly upon you,
that they will build you, strengthen and reveal you.
That you will someday see your reflection in my
eyes and know how truly beautiful you are.

The loud silence

That I would hear your silence again, 
glimpse the quiet escaping from your eyes.  
The wisp of a breeze your smile, 
Your tears the rustling of morning dew tenuously perched upon a petal.  

In the quiet much is said, 
sometimes screaming in moments mute.

Finally Cut

It's right to back away but my heart is being pulled from my chest and a cold void is in its place.

I yearn to feel nothing, to see you as a cold and hardened sculpture.  
To look upon you purely as beauty admired from afar without warmth. 

Can I not walk away with only the memory of a cold surface and not the hope of your love, not the shredding and tearing within me?

Cut me from you, not with deafening silence but with your tongue, a sharpened knife, that I might finally fall away into the dark and die inside, my words to stop in the hollowness that will follow.