The Ageless Heart

Worlds may collaspe oceans ripple and journey through the earth. Time passes slowly, ebbing away the stuff of mere mortals, seasons come and seasons go, until two worlds collide. From there. Somewhere. Undefined. From the depth of existence, something ancient yet modern bubbles to the surface… Hark! A heart no less. It knows nothing yet

The Kiss

First there is a kiss – a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty and eternal scent. The air stirs and whirls around the earth a heart opens joy springs forth eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear and beholds a new dawn. A spirit is set

Hello, Old Friend

I’ve dreamed of you high up there in the blue sky illuminating, warming, cheering. Souls awaken at your presence; the earth gives a salute, flowers bloom; pink, red, white, a kaleidoscope of colours, smiles widen. I can feel you on my forearms, my blood cheers as it moves around my body renewed, rejuventated, intoxicated! Snow

Rocking Chair

Here so soon. Years gone to who knows where… Once I was there, fresh, new, hopeful, today I am here, faded, expired with only the echo of a life once lived for company. Children grown, and long gone, husband already on that journey. My rocking chair creaks gently, piecing the silence. Hands puffed, and wrinkled,

See You In My Dreams

Oh the want of you the passion, the desire, the yearning to see your face. I sizzle, I swoon my love, my love! I long to hear the timbre of your voice, deep as an ocean, laugh with you, be with you. How time would stand still. I can feel myself come alive under your

With these Hands

With these hands I can fire a gun, Or cook a gourmet meal. With these hands I can caress your face. Or hold a baby. With these hands I can embrace you or anything. And with these hands I can hold any hand and feel the warmth within. With these hands I can paint a

Knowing Me

I want you to know me, in that place. I want to speak without words. Dance if I want to, sing if I want to, cry if I have to. I want to be seen, As only you can do. Wow, to be myself, what must that be like? I must try it and see

Going Home

You know that place that knows you back – You don’t need to explain. It understands those deepest wishes Where you go, it’s there first. Home. That’s the place I want to be and remain Safe, understood and comforted. I close my door and nothing else exits, Or matters! The world is a world away,

So, this is it!

Our old world gone someplace, who knows where. Did we imagine it? Was it really there? The new world, a shadow of the old Could this be it? Things I knew nothing about before, linger and cast long shadows. Could this be it? I gather up and brace myself for this new challenge but like