Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
You peek in
time to time,
reminding me
Of a dream
–The kind I cannot
quite recall
Once awake
You vanish
And I am left
Wishing
you had stayed–
If only a moment
longer.
You are gone
And I am almost sure
I have imagined
Your very being
She is beautiful;
The little bud
of me
blooms
continually,
now independently,
into an enchanted flower.
In absolute wonder
I gaze on.
April 11, 2017
His and hers boxes
Separate to separate
joined lives made anew
We divide but
Reconnect at peace as “we”:
Forever parents of you
Knowing the burden
On white flag children
We aim to be civil for you
May we remember
that troubles to separate
are to make peace
alliance in your name.
Life raft bobbed,
A buoy
on calm water,
heat of morning sun expanding,
warming salty air
whispering “good morning”
to a solo voyager.
Heavy eyelids slowly open,
waking,
with dreams fading
with the feel
of usual sea mist.
What day this was,
And how many
there had been,
She could not be sure
Instinctively,
she glanced at her compass,
Nested in palm,
To find hand empty,
with no compass
at all.
She of Letters 