from my heart to yours…
Hobbes, I wish That when we tried I’d been less broken And more alive. - That I’d been stronger And not that reed Bent and bruised Unsure of its own strength Or ability To grow straight and tall. - I wish that fate hadn’t scooped you up And dropped you on another continent Across the …
When you lie down at night Do you think of me? Does my name Cross your mind Warm your heart Touch your lips In prayer? - Do you wonder if I, too, see the moon? Or the stars Suspended in azure Since the ones In your eyes Are hidden from my view? - I wake …
The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …
When I was young, maybe 18, I stood on top of a hill in Manchester, MI, and watched a summer storm come in. I stood in the rain and wind until my aunt made me come into the house for threat of lightning. It was thrilling and scary. I felt so small And so ALIVE. …
Story. I remember one of the lessons I learned about the human heart. I remember when I learned that love didn't obey rules and regulations. One form of love, anyway. We met and it was instantaneous. The draw, the attraction, the connection. Neither of us were models of perfection when it came to the human …
I fell for someone once. Hard, fast, tumbletumbletumble Head over heels The swoon you read about in books, I fell for him. He was a writer. That was half of it right there. I had read something he had written and was moved powerfully. So I wrote him a small letter, And he wrote back. …
It occurs to me, As I rest my body but allow my mind to labor, That the three words used quite carelessly in our society Have not been whispered into my ear. Gifts find their way into my hands, Time together blossoms quietly, patiently, As days go by. Laughter comes to every meeting, Inserting itself …
