Why don’t you just say it?
I will surely comply,
Don’t you think that this  
Is something worth a try?

Perhaps you do not have it in you,
Your heart has gone dry,
But think, grab your space
And let your emotions fly!

Even if your heart is broke,
Sit alone a while and cry,
I do believe you are listening,
Else, no fun to pry,

Finally I can see you smiling,
Is this a humor, wry?
Take your own time, baby,
I am not going to say Good Bye!

In the hollow space inside the soul
It is the universe and the atom.
In a space of good fortune and rebirth, so close to death—
It is present moment and past; divine and crippling; boundless and mortal
Golden with ecstasy and layered in the decay of sorrow  
For a brief moment we are able to see it.
Silently we stare at everything that is
Nostalgia already dripping from every moment
pooling at our feet in the regret of lost time.

the darkness broods,
shadows thicken,

clouds drift into the
darkest recesses of night,  

their blue-black inks
singing of lonely shores

and watery streams.

With hands of love
At work or play
They go above
To help each day

Mouths they've fed
Tears they've wiped
Sometimes they've bled
But they never gripe

Like lead in pencil
Creating beauty
With out a stencil
And always on duty

A child they raised
With love they gave
A firefighter today
A life they saved

Written by E.M.Rushton

August heat rolls in unchecked
I dab softly at my neck with a hint of Autumn whispers
Already yearning for cardamom and patchouli
Winds to blow Chai kisses my way