Saturday, August 20, 2016


Appearing, disappearing, arriving and then leaving so it goes,

you visit and depart through mind's long shadowed halls,

and in the doing test my heart for all the feeling long unknown;

reminding me that love can never be denied and always calls.

Those images drawn in sharp and indistinct demand of thought,

and huddled in between the taunts and shapes of grief,

are somehow like you and yet not because they are not caught

in all reality would have you be, no longer here in stark relief.

To touch and feel material and what the senses fully know,

imagination cannot bring what is not here in this material world,

just glimpses, presence, senses and that feeling that was shown,

as you in this world, standing here, your Self in flesh; not just Soul.

In yearning for return of what was once a part of life in form,

desiring that once more the warmth of skin and smile be seen,

is natural and part of all that human life would have be born;

and yet the fates decree it is not so for now; you are just dream.

Saturday, August 13, 2016


The heart holds close to soul's eternal play,
and weaves with love the sources of our Self,
knows that all is part of something greater;
calls for pure connection, leads the way.

There is within relationship that worthy goal,

of drawing in and knitting tight together,
those people who were born to understand;
so do we keep in touch, though tenuous hold.
The field does spread beyond the body mortal,
embraces all who come within its path,
completes, ensures that two become as one;
keeps open heaven's doors, reveals the portal.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Real love


Real love runs deep,

Digs its own course;

Fills hidden aquifers.

Sunday, August 7, 2016


What comforts in this vale of tears,

Are dreams of what might be,

And so religion gains in lure,

When life denies our dreams.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016


Softened, gnarled, rubbed
loose by years, wrinkled,
worn, revealed; laid bare
in truth once hidden, so
does age make real.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Crack of time


Crack of time did open,
slick the memories,
lock the day in sadness;
succumb to what has been.

In the thrum of grieving,
hope did irk the pain,
shine a spark immortal;
luck would come again.

Crumble did the moments,
lock in space and time,
optimism was my chum;
friend which did remind.


Saturday, July 16, 2016


Softly came the knowing,
understanding reigned,
holding on to reason,
truths were full proclaimed.

All that had been hidden,
now revealed at last,
scattered through the days;
remnants of my past.

Knitted into costume,
finding place to be,
healing like a second skin;
the scars which made me.