Pain or no pain, Happily ever after, or happily never after, We only have today to love or not to love.
If
Would that I were glass. Tall slender cylinder containing water. Life-giving water. I would know the touch of your hand. I would know your lips on me, Repeatedly. I would bear the honor Of pouring into you That thing that soothes your tongue, Refreshes senses, Nourishes body. If. I were a glass. Would that I …
Rosebush
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 …
Stormy Weather
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. …
Before I slept
As I rested, My head on my pillow, Love coursed through my heart. It must be contained In my blood, For as the heart does its job, The blood passes through And its passenger, Love, Sings its song So softly Yet so soulfully, That it resonated inside of me. And my heart reverberated With every …
Seed time and Harvest, and Patience
When I feel impatient, I picture a person in the middle of a corn field with the stalks half-grown, Only waist high, And the person is Powerless, pouty, and selfish. They are petulantly commanding stalks to grow, To give ears of corn. Because they want corn-on-the-cob, and they want it now. The scenario is ugly. …
I want
Love
Love, How is it that you live in me? When did you take up residence? And what is it about this broken house that keeps you inside? The roof leaks. The stairs, They creak. There is a mournful howling of wind at times, Outside my windows... It can make it hard to sleep. It must …
True Love’s Kiss
...and I realized... That is why the kiss plays the starring role in so many fairy tales! Snow White on display in a glass coffin, One kiss by her true love and she comes back to life. Sleeping Beauty under a spell, true love's kiss and she sleeps no more. The kiss, The kiss, It's …
Faithfully
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 …
