Your Name

Your name Feels so good on my lips When I say it. It has a presence in there. Filling my mouth, but not too much, With the essence of you. It fits. Like Baby Bear's things, In that fairy tale with the girl Who learns a lesson - His porridge, his chair, his bed They …

Prison

This evening I stood in the rain in a parking lot and listened to a woman vent about her unhappy situation. She reminded me of myself, about three years ago. I could almost see the prison bars in which her mind was encased, only I was looking at them from the outside this time. Just …

Listen…

Listen to your heart, But it isn't the master. Your mind is. Even so, I remember the turning point. Almost to the moment,  I remember, The day I realized how much a part of me this love really was. He could be in my house, I would love. He could be miles away, I would …

Bedrock

Bedrock. The foundation beneath layers of soil. Unseen. Unsightly. Made of common things. Certainly not coveted gemstones. But so very necessary. So necessary that the common becomes uncommon as it fulfills its role. Its role to support life above itself. Life that everyone sees and adores. Swaying tree branches enjoy playful caresses of the wind, …

Resolve

The pinches that come with divorce have left bruises. And the punches, well, I haven't learned to roll with them yet. Though I am no longer surprised by them. The fallout remains rubble. The rebuilding, slow, arduous. But it ::is:: rebuilding. And rebuilding is the opposite of tearing down. I glance backward into time, And …

“Inhale Me”

Sometimes, I wish I were a breeze To carry fragrances to you from flowers you've never seen; Far away blooms that have never blushed beneath your gaze... I would bring their soul to you I would cup my hands and lift their scent to you And tempt you to inhale. Yes, I would be a …

Just thoughts…

There are SO MANY BEAUTIFUL things in this world that God gave us. Do you understand that? Even in an imperfect situation, there are perfect things that can nourish our souls, our spirits, our LIVES. It is up to you and me to search for those things like buried treasure and then once we find …

Morning

Morning Gentle fingers of the dawn Reach from below with purest light To nudge away the shadows clinging To the sky, the stubborn night, As my eyes, this change perceiving, glance upon your sleeping face, the knowledge that you'll soon be leaving does not ease my warm embrace Your lashes form a crescent moon And …

If I Were A Breeze

If I were a breeze, I would be soft. The soft breeze that slightly ruffles whispy fringes of one's hair. A breeze strong enough to cool perspiration on a brow, while simultaneously lacking the strength to dry it. I would smell faintly of salty air from the seashore Mixed with tropical fruits and flowers. The …

Mountain

Love. Love is a mountain on a landscape. It simply is. And the heart... The heart is its fortunate foundation. When it is born, one cannot stop it from existing. Plate tectonics will shift within. The mountain will come into existence. There is no reverse process, Beloved. The mind can resist. And it will win …