I think it is
One of the most glorious of things
To see
Another being so vulnerable
In the palm of your hands
Eyes staring so intently
So raw
Enigmatic
Yet so clear

Vulnerability in the morn
Ever so soft
Pillows caress softly
Gently
Smooth against my skin
And your eyes
How they stare into my heart

As I sketch this image
Of nurture
And love
As you hold me

Vulnerability
How sweet you taste under my tongue
An enigma ever so true
I love you

I told my Dean how
much I love to watch birds fly
so gently in sky

To my surprise he
knew names of lots of birds from
when he was a boy

So together we
now study birds and wow we
saw a cute partridge

It was in a field
A light tan colour of sweet
Pecking at the grass

Then I saw a big
peacock it's big tail half shut
Walking round corner

Dean pointed out a
mallard duck was resting in
an old fields puddle

My favourite is a
wagtail I saw two , There so
tiny and so cute

Then there's the magpies
O what elegant fine birds
they are..just like queens

And we saw a cute
robin , aww it was hiding
in a twiggy bush

Yesterday the sun
shined we went for a lovely
walk with our three dogs

Albie wore a coat
Was colour of grey sky with
fluffy cloud Pom-poms

Jessie and Harry walked
along too , Harry is quite
crazy though , barks lots

And always wants to
be the leader but our  
Jess is a diva

She's petitely cute
But her growl says it all , they
sure won't mess with her

Seagulls flying high
Crows and pigeons too , was a
nice day yesterday

We finished our day
off with a lovely dinner but
it was made of cow

So vegan is now
rising to top of mountain
But taking its time :)

I really love square
window in Chalet Tis so
small with morning light

I best get up now
Ready for a new fresh day
Filled with cartoon fun :-)

I thought that
it would be worth giving a try,
so I got involved
in the sweet sound of your voice.

I could not explain
but I was sure.
It was you,
all this time.
The empty side of my bed
all the love songs
all the love poems
all the things I’ve ever wrote.

It’s you.
It’s always been you.

- g.c.

Lately I've been searching for a new home.
Ever since you left nothing feels right.
My childhood home is like a graveyard.
My favorite coffee shop is filled with ghosts.
The passenger side seat of my car
has your fingerprints all over it.
I've been searching for new things
to make me feel whole again,
since everything I used to love has
the remnants of you all over them.
For now I sit on a street corner,
homeless.
Holding a sign that reads,
"searching for something to ignite
the fire in my chest again after my home
with two arms, two legs, and a beating heart
got up and left."

Don't worry, love,
I know those gates of stone
stand firmly
to guard the most precious parts
of your soul.

I am not here like the others;
not as a warrior
planning a siege
or a strategist
plotting to knock them down.

I respect your walls too much.

You have fought in more wars
than most;
you have been betrayed by more loves
than most could survive -
your walls are the result
of your scars.

So here I stand before you,
my weapons laid down,
my intentions spread out before the Sun,
with nothing in my hands
but open palms,
asking you
to let me in.

Show me, love,
all those terrible,
beautiful
wild flowers
growing in your garden -
I want to do nothing
but paint them to remember,
and carry their fallen petals
safely in my heart.

Open up to me, please,
my love -
I am already yours.