Monthly Archives: February 2018

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Yet

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Yet there you

Are trying

To embrace an

Empty ache

Of what,

Or who unknown.

No substance close.

Dreams. Nightmares.

You wake up soaked in sweat

And wanting.

Needing

Some touch of heart,

Some warmth of skin.

Is it a ghost from the past you

So desire

Or something yet to come?

Raspberries

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I stepped outside

And it hit me like a wave;

The smell of fresh dirt;

The forest floor and raspberries.

Fresh raspberries.

Right there on the cement

Surrounded by cars and buildings.

Heartfelt memories tugging.

Tugging.

A scent that cannot be duplicated by man.

I knew instantly in my heart it was my father,

Gone 20 years now.

I was taken back to childhood

Days and picking delicious raspberries in the woods;

Eating more than ended up in the bowl.

I composed myself and

Walked to my car.

Sitting in the front seat;

Missing him.

I turned the key to start the

Engine

And there was his song playing.

The one my siblings and I requested on the Radio station the day of his funeral.

I am glad he reminds me he is near.

Masterpiece

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Is it not amazing

That your soul has awakened to things

My soul has not

And visa versa?

Here we are learning from each other with every

Experience,

Every moment.

We are like puzzle pieces to this

Big, beautiful

Tumultuous puzzle of life.

Different colors, shapes and sizes

Fitting together to create

A mind blowing,

Breath catching

Masterpiece;

If we so choose.

Apparition

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You must have been an

Apparition.

A made up someone in my

Imagination.

For I wandered these stone stairwells

And

I roamed through

Winters withering garden

Following your song.

I knew I should find shelter,

Somewhere to warm my core.

But once outside I could return

Inside no more

For

I was met with barred windows and

Locked doors.

I found you in the courtyard.

I tried to reach you.

Touch you.

You vanished as I approached.

My fingers now cold and frozen,

I,

Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.

And I remained alone

As I was all

Along.

I must have mistaken the

Wind howling through

Windows and doors,

Through

Winters garden

For your song.

Originally posted on October 20, 2015

Logical

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The logical mind brushes it off,

The serendipity,

The coincidence.

The pulling.

Magnetism that keeps drawing us closer.

The dreams unexplained,

That make no sense to the mind

But send the heart higher into

Time undefined.

Remembering.

Remembering.

A familiarity in your smile,

Your eyes.

The sound of your laughter.

My skin ignites at the thought

Of your song in my my head,

In my mouth.