There are many days; dreary, dark, and unsupported by my truth. Many moments as a, woman, an artist, a overly thoughtful person, where I judge myself way too harshly.
‘Wherever I go, however…there I am.’
In these times of uncertainty. Uncertainty in the world that drips over the edges and becomes…my personal space.
These are the times, long as they may be, I must remind myself of the following:
I drink you in, as though, there be no end.
I ache your ailing spirit, as though, it were mine.
If I were set upon a lost ocean…
Whatever you found to be amiss…I would find.
Lover, it hurts so, when your world…
Resigns to the being of…unkind.
Tomorrow will come and take us away.
Import us to the blues.
Retrieving each soul, as though we were never one.
In the deepest of my smallest conviction…
With all of infinity…
I will understand…
We have only just begun!
if you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion -Dali Lama
If you only love me now and again
Love me today
Love me tomorrow.
I you only think of me on occasion
Think of me when you need me
Think of me on the days that you have borrowed
in the winds that caress your cheek
upon the days when there are no words to speak.
When you need me, from time to time
Need me as the days grow shorter
Need me in between life’s fine lines.
When you love me
Just love me twice
Love me today
Love me as the skies begin to gray.
In between today and tomorrow…there are big bites of love! Relish the moment
It is late at night.
Perhaps, just ’round midnight.
Dusk flirts with a lit lamppost.
I place my hand gently in the curve of your hip.
What strange monsters that lurk.
In the mania of the mind.
Fade to darkness in the beauty of your design.
Wonderful moments, historic and sweet.
Then emotions fell into retreat.
A repugnance…cast its shadow on me.
When I misplaced the lesson plan.
Love had learned to mis-handle all that I had believed.
An unmarked headstone.
As if, I were a character in an ancient mystery.
An uninvited tombs became my destiny.
Confinement may not have killed me.
But strength was hard to find.
It is never far to travel…
When the last plan is to lose your mind.
Shy, as the memories we hide in our reflection.
Loveliness appeared as, hectic as a tumbler of forgotten notes.
A lover to the fears I had buried over the years.
And, as my fortunate teller, pressed a delicate finger to my parted lips.
Just a few words…
‘Love is a lesson that gives and gives.’