So

SO

In an elegant ritual
worthy of love
you warmed me
through the longest of winter chills.

Breathed me in with a
single breath that was true.
Held me there
in the depths of your soul

Where,

In the absence of shadows
I found my sanctuary
lay within your light.

So bright,
so right,
so true,

Leaving me
so free

So perfect,
in my imperfect harmony

Your light was all that you are
and, all I can ever hope to be.

~*~

© Daydreamer Too    *All rights reserved

Shared at One Shot Wednesday # 48 and also at
Thursday Poets Rally Week 45

By Storm

BY STORM

Slick and sleek
seas rush to greet the shore
in passionate waves that
pummel the walls of
a melting heart.

A wind whips white horses
into the gallops as I
too feel their gush
of rolling thunder.

What a beautiful noise

Energy
… alive

As I breathe
‘neath electric blue skies once more
that urge me on to wander
with a lust for life,
I cannot deny.

Wings of rising hope
take me where reality
meets the dream.
The past has
already been written

but…
the future waits

…Yet to be seen.

~*~

© Daydreamer Too  *all rights reserved

Shared with Poetry Pot Luck (Storms etc )

What Big John Said

 

 

 

 “Listen up….Out here, there ain’t no law excepting for the law of the gun in your hand.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do and, make no mistake Mister…. when I pay a man to do a job I expect him to give it 100 percent, any less and… he ain’t gonna get paid. Now…. that thing at the end of the leather you’re holding onto is called a horse, if you k’in ride it, well then, you’d best climb on up in the saddle and make like a cowboy… ‘n’ just so you know…. there might be some folks along the trail who’ll maybe take a hankering after what we got and be wanting it for themselves, the cattle, our food, the horses and… you best be ready to shoot ‘em ‘cause if’n you ain’t.. and I find myself  gettin’ shot at… well, I’m just old enough and dang-blasted ornery enough  to be killing you fer gettin me killed…..The hell I will!
Well…. what are you still standing there for…. waiting for your momma to come wipe your nose?  Saddle up boy and, let’s get this cattle moving.  Yeeee haww!”

Shared at Bluebellbooks: Short Story Slam Week 2

Salute to the Brave

In truth his war was more bitter than all the wars before.
Holes in the ground deep as hell. Bombs and fires raging.
A sea of bodies around him torn asunder, including his.
Then he heard her whisper:‘I will give you peace my child’
And Mother Earth wrapped him in her blood soaked arms.

© Daydreamer Too   *all rights reserved

Author’s note: Photos used here from WW1 Battlefields
There are still so many ‘unknown’ soldiers. I respect and salute all who have served and, all those brave young men and women who still do serve their countries to protect our freedom of right to express this opinion.

On my 17th birthday, I voluntarily enlisted in the W.R.A.C. (Women’s Royal army Corps) and became a radar operator and was proud to serve my Queen and country. 

Shared with G-Man # Flash 55

Being in the Now

BEING IN THE NOW

She asked me
how do you…
and, I replied

Hush now,
still yourself
…inside

Breathe in deep
find that place
where your soul resides.

Time flows
as particles of dust rise up
to flit and float…
To dance on rays of light
continuing the ebb and flow
of life.

Unafraid of what will be
I know that you are the One
I am yours
…eternal
and, you free my thoughts
to roam at will.
To look beyond dust
that settles upon the
vacant window-sill of
an ache, ignored.

No,
I settle for nought
but to see my sea of blue
and perchance, a cloud
to ponder on as,
in beloved silence, it rolls along
that fine-sprung thread.

Or,
the bird I espy whose flight
becomes my own as it
swiftly clasps an upward
gasp of air ‘neath wings that
lift it higher still
lightening my mood too
as I feel the thrill of
such daring.

I am whole
and,
 am here in the now of my being
my breath is my spirit
alive

I am a body

…Free.

 

~**~

© Daydreamer Too   *all rights reserved

 

 

This came about from my mini-monster-teen Chloe, asking me how do I meditate.
Oh how the mind does wander in beautiful Daydreams….. eh~! 🙂

Dark to Light

DARK TO LIGHT

A vast sky
holds its magic there for me
with a touch of silk it glides
naked, across all thought.

Dressed in her most luscious gown
night trails a waterfall of stars
and dances with other
teasing ribbons of light
that touch the soul and set
the flesh to tingle.

Extraordinary

…. life.

Who can forget
such rhapsody once you’ve
listened with your heart
as classic lines
paint a waltz of words
on canvas in the mind
bringing forth
the cosmic dark
to light.

~**~

© Daydreamer Too   *all rights reserved

 

Dark to light and, back again…the circle and cycle of
life and universal love as it is, always and…unbroken.

Shared at One Shot Wednesday and
Poetry Pot Luck

All That I Am

ALL THAT I AM

In reaching for the stillness
I feel you.
Each breath I take, hold and, exhale
then, blends itself to crystal mist
or…
falls in fresh teardrops of
early morning dew.
Yes, I feel you.

How far I have travelled from
a painful past.
As far as my feet would
carry me
but…
not as far as my love
has yet to go.

Because of you
today, I am all that I am
but…
not all that I will ever be.

You bathe my darkness
in a circle of light
that shifts the gloomy moods
back away from the edge of the abyss
up to the quiet, acceptable.

What a treasure you are
to have
to hold me
…through the longest of nights.
I’m embraced in warmth and glow
of all the love that there is
because of you
gentle spirit.

~*~

© Daydreamer Too All Rights Reserved

Added to Poetry Potluck

Drip Drop

I Love to walk in a soft rain. Love water, the sea, a river any water. Love it’s power of movement and magic of its sounds.

DRIP DROP

Pitter patter
Pitter Patter
a-splattering
it falls
in drip, drip drops of
warm, wet and wonderful
envelops and then, saturates
…Silencing the pain.

For a moment
time stands still for love
until,
refusing to stay even for that cause
the feeling’s gone
as swiftly as it came.

You, were the fires passion.
That heat of smouldering flame
Now…
Now in its afterglow
shadows fall over longing
but,
memories remain.

Solace comes with sleep
until an univited vision-guest
requires the dream shall spring to life
in another heros place in time.

Pitter patter,
Pitter patter
and, the beat goes on
eyelids flutter to
the music of their notes
in a-splattering of rhythmic
breathed-in-time.

~*~

© Daydreamer Too  All rights reserved   

 

 

 

Don’t Forget To Breathe

 

DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE

Today I found some precious time
alone, before the rain arrived.
Turned my collar against the
wind’s cold hands
tasted the sky once more and
felt alive, again.

A moment
of love
of dreams, aloud.

I saw through the grey veil
of passing clouds to
where pieces of hearts were
painted with words that
cannot be said.

But…
If my soul does not feel
all the love there ever was
and will ever be
what is there left

…what is there left.

Ah,
the most beautiful secrets
are always planted deeply,
nurtured and, grown into
treasured memories
almost as if…
that which cannot be seen

still sings in harmony with
everything that can.

I look to the sea and
hear you calling, softly.
Offer up prayers of gratitude
for the blessings that were mine
from the simple beauty of
sunlight on your face to
the unmistakable look of love
in your eyes

and…
with barely a whisper
hear your voice in the waves say

‘Don’t forget to breathe.’

 

~*~

© Daydreamer Too   *All rights reserved

Three Times My Life Has Opened

Three Times My Life Has Opened

Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within
it and starts to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will
not.
But outside my window all day a maple has
stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the
colored silks.
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a
slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on
the floor,
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.
 

Jane Hirshfield The Lives of The Heart (1994-1997)

Letting Go of Love Hurts

 

Did you ever love someone so much, it hurts? ….I have…. twice.

My life partner passed away in Oct 2005, I loved her deeply and grieved just as deeply and, had to learn to accept that pain. Learn to embrace it and own it as being mine and accept it as the price I had to pay for loving without condition and, only then did I learn how to let her go.

When it hurts so much to lose someone you love, I have learned that instead of trying to push that pain and heart-ache away, and asking the Gods to take it away from you because you don’t want to suffer it anymore….you need instead, to ‘own’ it.  You had the pleasure of sharing the love, the pain you have when you lose it, is the price you have to pay and, unless and until you accept the pain/heart-ache and embrace it because it belonged to you and you alone, you won’t ever be able to let it go and, in so doing,  ease the pain. Once you ‘own’ your pain, you have learned the life-lesson and, you are then free and able to give it up to the ether and then, feel lighter.

Through my own insecurity and lack of belief in myself, the second person I fell in love with thought I was  jealous and, it truly wasn’t that at all, it was a constant nagging fear inside me of losing them, which made me cling on too tight and so, I lost her anyway…. because I screwed it all up, scared her away and lost her then to someone else.  So, I went into another deep mourning. Grieving her loss only, this person hadn’t passed away.

You’re happy that they are happy and because you love them you always want to know that they are happy but, you know that losing them was a lesson well learned about how you shouldn’t have behaved and you just know that if they had just trusted you with their heart just one more time and you had been their #1 priority instead of being caught up in a love triangle, you would’ve both known the bliss of sharing a beautiful friendship and love affair, because what you did share, when it was good, was a beautiful God-given thing, instead, your heart continually breaks at the loss of her into millions of tiny pieces.

I’ve always been so full of passion, I live, eat and breathe it. Everything I do is with and through passion.

I have loved this deeply twice, in my lifetime and, loving so deeply has changed me. Through losing my second love through my own failings, I have learned now to accept that, when someone tells me they love me, they mean it. They’re not just saying it and going through the motions, they actually do mean it~!!

I fell deeply in love with my late partner, deep enough to move countries to be with her and, when she died, I knew that I’d never truly loved. Oh, I thought what I felt was love but it wasn’t, because I knew I’d always kept a part of my heart back… just in case. With my late partner I trusted her love so much and through her love of me, I  learned to open up to allow myself to fully love and in return, it set me free to accept being loved unconditionally.  And, if I had trusted this other love I was given 3  years ago, life may well have been so very different now….who knows. Some things are meant to be and some things aren’t. This love we share is a soul-deep love, no matter how much bad feeling there’s been between us and no matter how much time passes, we have a need to have contact in one way or another and,  when she’s afraid, worried or in some type of emotional crisis, I can feel her still reaching out to me at times,  but…. maybe it just isn’t meant to be.

I just know I’ve been in mourning over it all too long now. It’s been too long a time and there’s no going back anymore so….. for my peace of mind I need to let it/her all go, again. She recently left the person she is with for two months to help a family member and, I had thought then that we may have another chance to be together once more but, it’s not what she wants for her life so, I need to leave her alone to live the life she’s choosing again now and pray she is always loved and happy…

So, common sense tells me I must close the door once and for all on all of this and seek out other doors that will surely open once I begin to look again.

*Who can say if your love grows, as your heart chose, only time..
And who can say where the road goes, where the day flows, only time.
…. Only time (Enya)

Quotes to live By

“If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a
loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as
the Angels give.” ~* George MacDonald *~

And the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom  ~* Anaïs Nin ~*~

Let Your Light Shine

I try to live this.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine,
as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And, as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence
automatically liberates others.”

~* Marianne Williamson *~

Early morning madness and the magic in the making.

As if we never said Goodbye 
This is from a musical by Sir Andrew LLoyd Webber created called ‘Sunset Boulevard.’

I’d only heard it a couple of times and the song kept playing over and over in my head this past few days. Couldn’t figure out why nor, where it was from. Hummed it to Chloe and she said: ‘It’s from my show Glee.’ I told her not to be daft, it’s an oldish song.  She was adamant it was from her show.  As it’s on Video on Demand, she found it and sure enough, it’s a song her fav character (who just happens to be gay) sings. Beautiful song, lovely words.
I miss ‘the early morning madness and, the magic in the making.’ So much.
Love this song. He sounds like a girl but, what a voice! Love the words.