Walking Down
Richard’s Road
A salty breeze
Welcomes him home
The lost returns
A child again
A bare footed heart and Soul

Pretty Roadside flowers
Your tiny heads bent in
Evening Prayer
Kindly remember our names
As your fragrant blessings fill the air

Setting sun’s
Rosy glow
Pouring through
Weathered Birch trees
Rose Coloured light
Flickers through
Warming leaves and his  memories

Pretty Roadside flowers
Your tiny heads bent in
Evening Prayer
Kindly remember our names
As your fragrant blessings fill the air

Evening Falls
Soft and cool
Taking his hand
They walk once more
Down over cliffs
Red and high
Yes they walk once more
Down to Richard’s Shore

*Pretty Roadside flowers
Your tiny heads bent in
Evening Prayer
Kindly remember our names
As your fragrant blessings fill the air

Blight was found on her roots
It would give rise to a most loathsome shadow

There is beauty to be found when we take time to sift through the ruins

But it takes courage to handle broken shards of what once was

And it takes willingness to feel the pain

Shed the tears

Howl at the moon

No precious stones or metals here

Just clay, breath, blood and bone

We must become our own alchemists

Heat our own precious life

With the fires of passion and desire for our own sake

For what good are we to the world

If we are no good to ourselves

Shadows don't come knocking

They just come right through the door
Caution! Prudence! They don't like to be ignored.

And if you turn your back upon their brazen stare
They'll overturn your table and every blessed chair

They'll open every window, every door, in every room
They'll hide your dust pan far away from your broom

Then what will you do with all of that mess
Left lying on your floor to be viewed by your guests

Shadows don't care if they are inconvenient

They salt sugar bowls and they'll spill juice
There's no keeping order with shadows on the loose

They don't care if company's coming and they're not ruled by time
And they don't give a tinker's dam for any deadline

And they'll rant and they'll rave through the night and all day
They're a part of the whole, and they will have their say

So you may as well resign yourself and make a *** of tea
For those will be long nights for Shadow, God and Thee

"The Wind called out my name and tugged and pulled at the hem of my skirt, refusing to be ignored.

Annoyed I turned on my heel,
"What do you want?" rushed off my tongue "I'm very busy"

The Wind sighed "You use to open your door to seek me, to smell me, to taste me.
You use to loosen your hair free from your hair combs just to have my scent flow through it.
But for some time now you've been lost to me, and to your own nature.  I've come to reclaim you."

"Thank you." was all I could say...

At dawn’s rising
Soul stirs  
It travels the expanse of body
Lighting fires
Whispering delicious words to inspire  
Making  flames leap higher
So high and hot
As breath leaves lungs and lips
The smoke of breath
Hits the air

Silky and alive

Awakened limbs undulating
Find freedom from cover
Feet hit the floor
Body rises
Hips sway with purpose
And with every stride
You heat the air
And claim it with your scent
You own this space

Alive by God!

Alive!

Two phrases that have power to shut me down

Are One day we will and Someday we will.

Early on, life taught me One day and Someday

Rarely, if ever come.

So in loving me
If you choose to love me

*Let us share with each other the gifts and delights of today
And let One day and Someday
Be what they shall be.

We have been taught by society to hide our dark spaces and places
In some cases we have hidden them for so long and so well
We forget we own them

**I suspect however, that our shadows never forget they own us