Time Well Spent

Lifetimes long past when once we met,
Decades beyond, and now a century~
Thy soul, thy heart, never did I forget.
Thine eyes engraved in my memory.
My skin still simmers to thy touch.
Into thine arms I long to rush!
A more blessed fate there could not be
Than for me to spend eternity with thee.

In Vino Veritas

They walk together, out of the shadows of the twisted grapevine and into the silver moonlight, their footsteps echoing beside the old stone wall. His fingers gently envelope her hand, his warmth upon her cool skin. Quiet thoughts glimmer like starlight, subtle reflections in his luminous eyes. They stop walking just as a cloud covers the moon. Turning slowly to face her, he grasps her hands and draws a deep breath. She waits to hear what he will say, but the unspoken words curl upwards in a wisp of vapor as he exhales. The moon reappears from behind the cloud, bathing their faces in a soft glow while nearby crickets resume their melodic chorus. A playful laugh escapes her lips, and he realizes that she already knew what he wanted to say....

Reflections of Autumn

A mourning dove calls out across the silver mist of dawn.

The glow of the rising sun melts a window in the fog, revealing indigo mountains in the distance.

Creeping vines stir with a shimmer of light~ the autumn breeze awakening scarlet memories of summer, now passed.

As I step out into the sunlight, a slight wind rises, lifting the warm cascade of curls from the nape of my neck.

I shiver, reminded that the silence of winter will soon lie down in the valley.

A vision of you plays now upon my mind. Smiling, I am warm again.

The Red Suitcase

After having lunch with a friend of mine today, I splashed my way across the rain puddles between the Mexican restaurant and the car. Along the flooded sidewalk, an unusual sight caught my attention. There was a young man, probably in his early twenties, walking purposefully as he was pelted with cold droplets from the gray clouds. Behind him, he rolled a dripping red suitcase. From whence he came, I could not discern; his clothes were saturated and his hair was clinging to his head in a way which gave him a non-human appearance. Intrigued with watching his progress, I sat quietly in the car. What possessions might he have in the red suitcase he pulls? After awhile, the young man stopped walking. He let go of the red suitcase, and it wobbled briefly before finally toppling over onto the wet sidewalk. He lifted his face skyward, letting the rain fall into his eyes and mouth, down his neck and across his chest. He remained in that position for some time, eyes transfixed on infinity above us. A few moments passed, and I continued to watch as he took a step forward, abandoning the red suitcase on the sidewalk. At first, I thought it was strange that he left the red suitcase there. Suddenly, it occurred to me that perhaps he had no possessions in that red suitcase at all. Perhaps what he had been carrying in the red suitcase were his fears and doubts, his worries and regrets. I began to realize that the scene I had witnessed in the rain was not an act of quiet desperation, but rather, a metamorphosis. Seeing this transformation was undoubtedly a teaching from the universe. Today, on my birthday, I decided to abandon my own red suitcase!

Safe Haven

The moon hath waned and ebbed the tide,
Still thou searchest, far and wide.
Dark the sky and black the night,
No stars upon which to rest thy sight.
Cometh thou upon my shore?
Harbor thy soul, and wander no more.
Hearken thee, the words I speak~
Open thy heart for what thou seeks.
I offer thee my gentle hand,
Trade thine oars for verdant land.
Rest thy head now in my arms,
Safe thou be from further harm.

The Passing

Pages in thy book of life
Thou hath turned in strife~
What hast thou gained?
Knowest thou now only pain?
Thou yielded up thy body to thy grave,
Thy heart, thy soul, I could not save.
E'er more shall I mourn for thee,
And yet I curse thee for thy destiny.

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Hours I spend waiting,
Always waiting for thee,
And dost thou not now wait for me?
Hence thou lookest, now I am free~
No more shall I wait for thee!
Thy tears may keep thee company.

Betrayal

What lies inside?
What lies thou keepest inside?
I can see behind thine eyes
The lies thou seek to hide.
Hide and seek,
And turn thy cheek.
Whispers spoken in lust or love,
Careless thoughts thou thinkest of.
Shadow of thy soul,
Shadow upon thy soul.
Darkness grows,
And darkness knows.
Truth at last revealed,
Now pain my heart conceals.

Pearls

Echoed whispers fade,
Memories dim in shadow.
My heart, a lustful labyrinth
Thou dare not seek to know.

Time's eternal essence
Enshrouds my past regrets.
Wisdom born of lessons learned,
And yet I still forget....

Shimmering in the sunlight,
Hopes are strung as pearls.
Lingering taste of tears
As the glow of day unfurls.

And Love Remains

Thy gentle soul long have i known,
Ere thy countenance was shown.
The voice of thy heart upon my mind
Before thy lips spaketh my name.
Light of thine eyes still glows the same!
Again our lives have intertwined.