What happens to us? A poem...

What really happens when things disappear?
Are they lost forever or simply put away?
Do they find new homes, to others who
find them more useful?  Do they wonder
aimlessly to find their way back home?

What occurs when meaning loses its'
meaning?  Was it just a passing of time?
Does it become a fragment of the past or
become another's future?  Or only a step
to something more desireable?

What takes place when memories are
forgotten?  Are they so easily replaced?
Blocked out from harm or sorrow, or
kept a secret that fades for not being
shared?  Or was it only made-up?

Where does one's breath go?  Once it
exits the body, blending into the
mid-summer's breeze?  Once it was
something life sustaining, only to
vanish and never be seen again.

Why does love come and go?  Is it
afraid of losing its host?  Or does
it seek those who've yet to discover
it?  So that all of life may share in
the answering of so many prayers?

What happens when we remember?
That when love comes we can breathe
as new memories are created and life
gains new meaning, does harm and
sorrow go, disappearing as it happens.


 

future past

hope and dreams are here, and gone,
yet here again, as the leaves turn,
returning to green, and then red,
like oceans calm, shifting to
become turbulent, rocky, saying
hello, then goodbye or so long,
yellow arises, soaring o'er the
skies, to fall, though unmoved,
shapes appear, twinkling above,
a hunter, a pot, a belt, vanishing
without sound, black clouds
hover, crying upon the land,
chasing beasts, leaping, feeding,
caring for their young, nestled
beneath nature's whisper, bedding,
resting, til the jagged canyon
rims show their faces, a babe
cries, and we are returned.

This morning

I woke this morning, and

my other pillow was plump,

it had not been slept on,

it had not been moved,

and one half of the bed

appeared made.

I woke this morning, and

one set of feet was all

that I heard, my slippers

sliding across the carpet,

when my feet paused,

there were no other sounds.

I woke this morning, and

made coffee for only me,

one glass of water, one

spoonful of grounds, one

push of the button, only

one cup.

I woke this morning, and

sat down on my couch,

my legs stretched out,

heels on the ottoman,

ten toes not twenty,

two heels, not four.

I woke this morning, and

I stared at my dresser,

deciding what to wear today,

no reason to look sexy,

only my eyes could see,

I stayed in pajamas.

I woke this morning, and

turned the shower to hot,

warm water spilled onto

my back, soap could not

reach the middle, I left

it for you to scrub.

I woke this morning, and

turned on the television,

watching something that

you would have liked, just

for background noise, and

maybe to pretend.

I woke this morning, and

your smile filled my mind,

your touch caressed my

skin, your voice filled my

ears, your kiss covered

my exposed lips.

I want to go back to bed!

A wish!

If I was granted just one wish,
would I wish to be a star
of the sky, so that I could
shine in the dark and see you
resting next to me at night;

Or would I wish to be a tree,
one that reaches high
into the air, so that I could
extend my branches for you
to swing from and feel secure;

Or maybe I would wish,
to be an ocean so warm and
blue, so that you would never
stop dreaming beyond the
horizon;

Or would I wish only to be me,
so that I could give you, my sweet
love, all of who I am, as you
have given to me; my star,
my tree, my ocean!

Struggling to understand...

As a shadow longs for the sun to come out,

and as a bird awaits the wind,

and when sails are left empty of life's breath,

the tides will change to carry us home.

 

Just as the moon knows when to shine,

and as the stars take their nightly seat,

and when the planets spin around the sun,

the galaxies perform in one accord.

 

For each day, we know not life's plan,

though the past presents the future,

our hearts can rest in assurance,

that tomorrow will never be the same.

 

So, as a shadow lies and wonders,

while the bird perches and believes,

and the sails make ready for gusts,

our loved ones will show us the way!

 

And as the moon's gazing light dims,

and the stars fade into the day,

the planets continue their turning,

so our lives are all in accord!

Stretching

At a time when my world
Had broken into pieces and fell,
Fresh rose petals bowed in grey,
Clean water turned brown,
A whisper drifted upon the wind,
Flowing gracefully through dense skies,
And I waited, alone,
Staring afar, into the changing tide,
Floods ebbing as the day's light rest,
Prairies of golden wheat fading into black,
I sat, still, on the chilled earth's floor,
Smokey frost exiting my mouth,
And I waited some more, eyes closed,
Wind scratching at my face,
When finally, your voice reached my ear,
Faintly, I could hear you, calling me,
I sat with a stir in my heart, looking,
My eyes filled with hope, a new sun,
Floating upward, searching for you,
As if my flying feet refused to land,
Rose petals reddened, waters cleared,
The air less thick, warmth in the blanket
Of hearing your voice, then silence,
And a silhouette of you nearing,
Stretching your arms around me,
At last, we are together!

A moment

Excuse me, please,
just for a moment,
of time, of breathing,
to rest my head;

You see, i need,
i desire, to
be close, alone, me,
to lift my heart;

If you don't mind,
may i have your hand,
to read, or hold, touch,
on bended knee;

I am humble,
and only wish for,
a moment, to feel you,
a warm embrace;

Excuse me, please,
lend me your presence,
if you have the time,
for my moment;

Without your eyes,
my eyes are vacant,
my path obstructed,
you see, we're one.