The silence of your presence
shouts to me and I have to cover my ears
as my pounding worries syncopate into a
crescendo of an unfinished symphony.

Where have you gone my love?
I wait and wonder why I am forgotten.
A trail of tears are my traveling companions
that lead me into a dark forest of dread.

All alone I sit with my sadness.
Dreaming of a life we might have shared.
I wake and realize that hope has flown away
joining the butterflies and bees blowing in the wind.

Come and join hands with me as we walk
together towards the light of loves’ warm rays.
Don’t close the door on me and leave me standing
alone in the light illuminating my loneliness and desire.

Round and round we spin.
I’m dizzy and disoriented
from swirling emotions that
leave me wanting to hold onto your hand.

Back and forth words are spoken.
Suspicions and wondering
twist our love into a ball of
turmoil that is trying to unravel.

Over and over we dance to the same song.
Rhythms of broken hearts
beat like raindrops against
the glass walls of our souls.

Up and down our lives rise and fall.
Days will be sunny or stormy
with clearing skies or thunderclouds that
build to a towering mountain of despair.

Trust each other and believe in us.
Cast the doubts and fears out to sea
where they will sink to the bottom of the ocean floor
to live amongst the wreckage that lies below.

Dreams shattered.
Broken reflections surround my soul
mirroring my pain and sadness.

Love lost.
Disappeared in an instant
after fighting through a jungle of injustices.

Spirit broken.
Words became weapons to defend a private life
that shut me out like a ***** in rags.

Broken heart.
Beats for no one, just listen to the echoes of a quiet
heart that is deflated and dead.

Wasted love.
I gave you the truth but you refused
to see through the dark glasses that make your world black.

Hope crumbled.
Destroyed by hands that once held me tightly
and caressed me gently.

Lost and afraid.
I wander down paths with my compass pointing toward you
but you’re not there. My destination has been cancelled.

I lay on the floor my soul dissolving and melting from me.
A pressure is pushing onto my heart, I can’t move, breathe or see.
How can I become muscle and bones?
So I can stop the seepage of life, the tears and the moans.
The sadness overpowers me and kidnaps my mind.
The weakness of my pathetic being is cruel and unkind.
I’m oozing away as each minute goes by
Drowning in sadness, I gasp for air and I cry.

Listen to the quiet, let the stillness calm your mind.
Hear the tinkling of the wind chimes playing music in a harmonious rhyme.

Feel the wind blowing gently across the curves of your face.
Touch the air with your thoughts of being present in such a beautiful place.

Smell the flowers blooming as they sprout up from the ground.
Breathe in the fragrance of peace that you have now found.

See a little white kitten rolling and sharpening her claws.
Watch her pounce on bugs, batting them with her black spotted paws.

Just close your eyes and invite nature into your sacred place.
Relax and feel the sunshine beaming down upon your face.

This is your special time to regenerate your soul.
Relaxing with nature is your only goal.

Become one with the wind, the flower and tree.
Absorb earth’s bounty and set your mind free.

There is no body, there is no face.
You have evaporated in the love of this magical place.

You have created this experience and it’s made just for  you. Cherish and come here often and let your spirit renew.

A Quiet Heart

Just want contentment.
Stop feeling resentment.

Don’t even want to be happy.
No platitudes that are corny and sappy.

Need to feel a love.
For myself and from Someone above.

Need a purpose, a direction.
A path made by me without outside protection.

No one to shelter me from the evils of the world.
Need to be brave, my strengths wanting to be unfurled.

Tired of existing in this world just to breathe.
Tired of feeling hopeless. I want to believe.

Need a reason to exist and to strive for an achievable goal.
A special woman is ready to climb out of this hole.

Is there a place in this world where I can be happy and free?
A space on this earth where I can be just Me!

I sit on my lawn chair facing the west.
Watching a squirrel tend to her nest.
Bright glowing gold is burning up the sky
Sun so bold it you can’t look at it with your eye.

Dry curling leaves skip across the street
Tapping and tossing they dance around my feet.
A whisper of smoke speaks softly to the air
Telling a story of autumn that is special and rare.

Nature’s paintbrush splashes, streaks and twirls.
Turning pale clouds into bright brilliant pink swirls
A man on his bike just rode swiftly by
Pedaling on quickly, he bids farewell to the orange sky.

This warm November day is just about done.
Soon cold and clouds will slip past the sun.
The darkness eases into the day as shadows grow tall.
A black velvet blanket will soon dim the orange ball.