garnet beads

The spires are lovely
A man thinks as he looks out
His window and thinks of Her
Garnet beads were her favorites
And now they’re in his hands
He’s holding them like she did
Feeling their cool roundness
As he looks outside his little window
Admiring the spiraling dark peaks
Black shadows against the blue sky
Now he understands

a song of love

I’m singing a song
Of Love here and there
We’ve lost the ones we loved
The ones that showed us miracles
And beauty and surprise and awe 
We will love you always
Nothing will erase you
Ghosts haunt us vividly
We welcome them
We love them

Look up to the sky
There they are in the stars
Look at them longingly
They travel over the roof
Their outlines shadow them

Even if we fight
We know they’re there
Above us, With us

We love their photos
See their gestures
Wonder what they’re thinking
Are they thinking about us?

It is the inevitable
We are still here
And we still love
We are here:)

Continue reading

Just being mortal

Just being mortal
Know that the end is nearing for all of us
Yet still having regrets and longings
After we’re gone there’s still love
Floating through the branches
And appearing through the drops of rain
Peering from a bloom of a sunflower
Like Clytie tracking Apollo and seeking his sister Artemis, the moon
Night brings Lanterns
Of fireflies and tweeting bats
Looking for mates and insects
Night also brings solace
For you and me
Morning comes slowly
Vivid hues breaking through the cracking sky
Hoping for illuminations
of our dreams

there’s a tree somewhere

Somewhere there’s a tree
That you loved and so admired
Maybe it dropped an acorn on your nose
And your mother laughed

Still it stood and was beautiful
Amongst the stones and beside the creek
That you watched stream along
Your toes while it flowed
Until it trickled in the summertime
down to the garden
where the gourds grew
tall some, curved until they dried up
near fall and then the vines dried
ready to harvest by early winter

for the next spring’s birds
to nest and twitter
around the tree that’s still standing
with the acorns that still fall
on your nose
while your mom’s still laughing
and giggling as she does