my – is –

this – moment;

all i need,

and all im guaranteed –

you may choose another agenda –

fill your days,

your – moments –

with – what if…

but -i,

i choose – acceptance,

gratitude,

appreciation –

each breath –

each moment –

sweet gift of life –

amazing!

My friend – you touch me deeper than the sun,

And every smile you smile fills up my soul!

With you it matters not what I have done,

For all my dreams you’ve taken and made whole!

Before your touch my life was closing fast.

But then you came and opened up the door.

Now all my insecurities have passed.

I’ve found with you a life and so much more!

You’ve brought the sun and rolled the clouds away.

And I can see new hopes and dreams ahead.

I’ll never wonder what to do or say,

Because with you all thanks can go unsaid!

If I had one small gift to give to you –

To find in me – what I have found in you!

if –
most perilous of all endeavors –
(regret – for past inadequacy,
sliver of hope for future uncertainty…).

removed from – options –
hidden in shadows cast by suns of summers – past…
what was the purpose?
(reason is scared and hiding in the darkness).

without the bridge between
what is –
and what can be –
there can be no justification for hope…

life –
a most amazing journey.
it’s value under estimated,
and so sadly misunderstood…

ice is forming –
on the windows –
now.
i hear the whistle of the wind –
its song,
so sad!

everywhere –
in cold secluded –
silence,
every-thing – captured
within gray!

no longer do the birds
in joyful chorus –
sing happily their songs,
their words lie frozen –
broken as the surface of the sky.

i touch the glass –
to wipe the discontent away –
to see if i may find you there –
peering in –
desperation eyes –
searching –
longing!

but i find only lonely shades of winter –
placid as the frozen sea –
of your indifference!

why this me? I asked myself one day.

why this particular – version?

having overheard the conversations of the wind,

read messages, secret –

shared only with the stars,

I thought I even understood the singing of the rain…

but what of that?

(to believe there is no other quite like you, would surely be considered ludicrous!)

try as I might – I just cannot understand, the reason for the sun.

regardless the thickness of the clouds,

the darkness from the storm,

it shines – consistent – unafraid…

truly nothing conceived within this mind, nor yours,

I presume, could ever comprehend. (the ebb and flow of (the tide) life).

enigmatic as light, to dark –

your insatiable attraction to yourself!

and I – hiding behind your mirror – remain all you can never see…

is your anything, really better,

than the everything of me?

i overheard a conversation,

a day or two ago –

it seems myself was

unhappy with me –

I turned and quickly walked away

without offering my opinion.

not my battle –

not my war,

at least not on that day…

looking back,

now,

I have to wonder –

the outcome of the confrontation.

insignificant,

I suppose –

as I am still the same me,

and I feel myself,

still very much alive…

I so appreciate the simplicity of your smile –

your eyes, however;

dark passageway to places I can never go –

the reservoir of i,

much too deep and wide for me to ever swim!

you asked me to hold your hand-
and little did I know-
that you would end up,
in the end –
the holder of my heart…

listen now,
if you will.
peace,
just – be still!
I thought I heard you calling out my name,
carried in the wind…

silence now,
no rain,
no storm;
nothing to invade the reverence of this moment.

so soft –
your voice.
no louder than angels wings.
your words,
however,
strong arms wrapped tight around my heart,
promising me,
together again we will be,
in just a little while…

my is –
interrupted –
fades into the vastness of was.
replaced,
perhaps,
be it ever so briefly,
by yet another is…

when yesterday was today,
surreptitiously culled from could be,
to become,
you and that version-of-the-day me,
did interact.

now I find your is – no more.
and realizing my inability to continue my journey with you,
into your was,
makes me pause…

how apropos – on such a day as this.
Hummingbirds and Seraphim’s!
and as your you ascends from the tomb of could not,
the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…

there are times –
i wish i could be –
someone else,
anyone – other than – me.

perhaps Martin Luther King Jr. –
when dreaming of a utopia,
while everyone else was merely sleeping!
or Neil Armstrong –
stepping out boldly into the unknown,
selfless,
unaware,
yet – secure!

better yet – than these –
to have been Jesus Christ –
while hanging on the cross –
suffering,
bleeding,
dying…
to look Satan in the eye –
and smile –
unafraid!

to be that – confident –
that forgiving!

how do you –
un-feel,
un-remember,
un-know…

how do you –
un-live,
un-do,
un-care?

nothing that i’ve ever felt,
no sunrise seen;
dream imagined – true –
nothing that i’ve ever known
made in this world –
compares to you…

essential as air –
attached to my need as much as dawn –
to night –
the all of you is everything to me…

how can a soul –
un-need,
a touch once felt?
how does a heart –
un-break,
once broken?

agony in your absence –
lonely,
cold as midnight dark –
pieces scattered on the ground of –
used to be happy.
shattered dreams,
thin as angel’s hair –
carried away by winds of discontent…