The Sweetest Spot July 5, 2010

Found the sweetest spot
with my man
Sheltered by dune grass
in the cool night sand.

Blissfully alone
though people all around
A stolen moment
we gratefully found.

The stars shining bright
reflect the twinkle in his eye
And I remember I love him
with a long, lovely sigh.

All the way home
a light glows in his face
It matches the one
that fills my heart’s space
And I pray God forever leads us
back to this place.

The sweetest spot
in the cool night sand
sheltered by dune grass
With my man.

Room to Grow June 28, 2010

My biggest holes
I’ve come to see
in the mirror of relationship
between you and me.

And I’m beginning to love
those empty places
No longer wanting others
to fill in the spaces.

Those yawning gaps
of varying degrees
Give me room to grow
to become more me.

The fear of knowing
my deepest self
Replaced with love and truth
the whole of spiritual health.

My apologies, forgiveness
gratitude and love
Pour forth from my soul
on the wings of a dove.

So I’ll think of you always
with a thankful heart
and all the special blessings
that were here from the start.

I Was There For You April 20, 2010

One afternoon
Weary and rue
Not quite sick
with not quite the flu
A call came in
quite out of the blue
A miracle
I was there for you.

The sweetest sentiments
I long wished to hear
Sailed a beam of light
from your mouth to my ears.
Forever to be held
in my heart, my dear.

You said I want you to know
that I’ll always be here.
Your smallest worries
I pray to clear.
I wanted to be with you
all these years.

And my spirit was as happy
as a child of three
Giggling and laughing
perched upon your knee.
Face full of joy
as you hold onto me.

Past the lump in my throat
And the tears that I’ve cried
The truth wrenched free
from the silencing lies.
Taking a leap
I let it fly.

I’m so glad
I said it, too.
These words I’ve held
so long for you
Enter my life.
I love you.

The First Snows (The Beginning of Winter cont.) December 21, 2009

Gaia comes gently in the night

And covers the trees
With the softest of blankets
The whitest white.

Such loving care
She would not give
To old trees bare
With no reason to live.

She sees their love light
Deep inside
Through the long winter
She will guide.

The Beginning of Winter December 21, 2009

I open my eyes
And the first I see
Is the greyest sky
And black barren trees.

So cold and desolate
I wonder, desperate
Are they really just dormant
Life strong, deep inside?

Or actually dead
Empty and dry.

Grunge December 21, 2009

Into your pit you try to suck.
I don’t want to go there! What the fuck?!

I used to give you all this power
Taught real young just how to cower.

You’d empty your rage into my willing vessel
Then leave me alone with it to wrestle.
Happy and free, you’d go about your day
While I’m dropped to my knees to cry and pray.

I am no longer willing to be the sponge
To soak up all of your excess grunge.
I will not make your shit my own.
A sturdy shield up now I have thrown.

I am here to understand and listen.
The tears of your pain on my skin will glisten.
And I hope to help with all my might
By standing firm within the light.

Do not feel abandoned or left alone.
I’m right here waiting for you to come home.