Beautiful woman, why so sad?
Is life so bad that you’d curl into a ball?
Petals fall through the air in minuscule pieces
sending sweetest fragrance to fill my
senses and, I am sensitive to
those tears you hide.
No, they are not trivial.
You make me want to cry
as I pick up these petals of
your heart and hold them
to my own for,
I too have known
In naked truth sometimes we
find answers to questions
we ought never to have asked.
I can sit and stare at your
splendid isolation or reach
out to soothe the loneliness
I too must bear.
Time will ease the ache as
memory fades all colour
from those fallen petals.
Look into my eyes and trust that
hope will rise with just one step
into life’s new spring.
Let go the deviant stems.
The pain will end
and you and I will see that
roses bloom again.
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