Three sisters, Love, Hope, and Dreams
Growing up always felt the need
To hold each others hands wherever they went
That way Love would not lose Hope and Hope would not lose Dreams

You know it was bound to happen
The girls grew up and didn't see each other that much
Love and Hope stayed in semi contact
But with Dreams both of them lost touch

It seems sister Dreams couldn't stay
So one day Dreams just up and flew away
Leaving Love and Hope all alone
With an empty void since Dreams has been gone

The Pregnant Unknown trails softly behind us:
Love’s secret voice
whispering, even begging us to surrender hesitancy,
that precarious net new lovers hold
while wading barefoot in shallow waters…
…this tide gently pulls us further,
Love offers us the gift of buoyancy over its fearful depths
as we pass in and out of each others arms…

Angels and demons on either side, guiding us,
but they can only see so far – oh, the power we hold!
We are both: pillars anchored separately in Love
and that space in between
where we mix beyond praise and premonition,
outside of time, yet we unfold.

Embolden by your spirit,
your imperfections revealing your vulnerability,
framing your beauty and humanity,
my own dawn with blinding clarity and stories untold.
Complete and overthrown by this Mystery
peeking from behind our fear,
dancing through our fresh eyes,
we are Here
mirroring in Love’s infinite womb.

I fell headlong into a poem
And was immediately swept away
As words passed by on paddle boats
They pulled me in their wake

The sweet dew of sonnets glistened on the shore
Lined with allegory trees
Dripping with fruit of poetic glaze
As a rhythmic breeze rustles through the leaves

There was an ode of maidens in a field
Cultivating the finest of verses
With colors of yellows, pinks, blues, and reds
From amongst the rows of stanzas

The cool lapping of the waves
Brought the imagery to its peak
As the metaphoric stream I floated down
Opened up into a sea of dreams

I fell headlong into a poem
And was immediately swept away...