is it everything
you'd thought it be?
Happy 21st my baby boy
forgive me...
as I lay in bed
Remembering
that 21 years ago
I became a Mother
for the first time
you know
and I was as confused
as you were back then
until your tiny little hand
held my clumsy fingers
that feeling...
it still lingers

But where are you now?
Where have you been?

I've been in Hell it seems,
I lay awake every night
I wait for the fright
of hearing your voice
I dream of the moment
I get that choice

Happy 21st Birthday
to my precious,
most coveted
First born Son

Happy Birthday my darling
though you hate me desperately
I say Happy 21st Bithday

It appears you may have made it
*without your Mum...

She walks the distance
upon a barren moon
where stardust gathers
between her toes
forgotten planets are
remembered, too soon

Her path remains unknown
where sunlight threads
through her amber gaze
sifting breaths between
Silver, on midnight blue
peering through
a galaxy haze
seeing nothing new

Black holes and Supernovas
are small events,
not to her surprise
She crosses oceans
of ill formed creations
that seek to crush her
beneath their demise

Grit beneath her fingernails
crusted diamonds of pre life
She walks on sand like velvet
taking her own sweet time
universally dropping strands
of whiskey and dark red wine
Marking the path to
soul desperation
her only way to shine

No more reading
No more words
No more bees
No more birds
No more hurting
No more rain
No more anger
No more pain
No more breathing
No more sighs
No more seething
No more Sky
No more Sun
No more Stars
No more Moon
No more scars
No more worries
No more regret
No more tears
No more sweat
No more wondering
No more days
No more anything
*Where we lay

words create a soulful like
to what is supposed to be
a picture creates a glimpse
of worlds beyond you and me
A picture, a photograph
is what happens, in words
when we let it
we express our focus
we never forget it
For in our hearts
such words evolve
from pictures we are,
as art
no words can describe
the scribble
that has been etched,
upon our heart

By the capture of the Clouds,
the Moon and the Star

in one such frame
we sit in silence
only to marvel
in very amicable thought
*we are as we are