I think that true love is
Missing something that is with you
Longing for something that is not yet gone


your soul enduring
The separation of flesh
That will only be undone
Upon death


When your spirits can unite
And dance through eternal starry nights
In the way they did before.


Love is-
Missing the soul you were once one with.
Before you burst through the barrier of life.
Love is-
Touching something that cannot be touched.


And the ambivalence
Of holding on tight.


But knowing deep down
Your love is always there,
Like the ground you walk on.


Love is seeing the eternal starry nights
You used to dance through, together
In the eyes of your beloved.


Love is-
deep down,
Beneath the sleepy stupor of
Being alive…


A brilliant knowing,
that it’s better there,
In that deep, and starry night,


That goes on forever behind the curtain of life.

When joy returns,
After a long time away
It’s like she had never gone away,

When joy returns,
She comes with light
Bright enough to cover the night
That came before.

When joy returns
She let’s you see
A divine hand aiding your mistakes
So you know the journey was all worthwhile.

When joy returns
– and she always does.

Your heart is wider and fuller than before
Because sorrow swells it for good.

But when joy returns,
She obtains all the new space that the sorrow has made.
And inhabits it, radiantly.

And when joy comes home,
You’ll know it.

Because you’ll see yourself there, again.

Tender tomorrows
Give rise
To blue skies –
Fresh beginnings.


I know,
Fall is near
With its crisp air,


And subtle, bitterness.


Tomorrow will come
Supple with autumn rays
Dancing across my face,


As i walk boldly
Across the shaky bridge,
Into the next season
That life has to give.

I went walking
On a soft, September afternoon
The air was gentle, with new life ahead

And deep within the blue autumn breeze
Children ran down city streets
And life moved quickly
While the soft September air
Gracefully slipped between
Busy bodies, honking horns

And all of life went on,
Pressing forward
Melting into one thing

Soft and glowing
Beating, proceeding

Perfect, purposeless
–Life
Living itself
Under soft September skies

As I walked, I could see

Lines across faces
Toothless grins
Children running
Birds overhead
The empty allies
The green of the trees
Trails of consumption

All of what was, and is
And is yet to come…

On soft, September city streets
Beyond the reach of summer heat…

Raw, one and serene
Beating with a near-winter glow.

When you were gone
I saw myself

–Alone, weak and fragile
–That, I did not like.

And I longed for your return
So I could be strong.

But I failed to see
God by my side.

Who was there all along.

I wish I could be more of the woman you and I both want me to be
Selfless, confident, and self-assured
But weak, I am-
Woman.
Plush and fertile,
Tender with tears
Trying to be strong
To give you more
Of the woman you and I both want me to be.

But I am not her,
I am me.

Strong in my weakness,
Sincere in my ways.

Humbly, I am
The woman I am.

“What if?” shouts fear, loud and shrilling.
“I’ll still be here” God whispers, softly.