In the sleepy hours, I miss the warmth.  

Body on body,  breathing as one.  I miss the touch, the being touched. The feeling of skin, not my own.  

In the sleepy hours I think on memories,  I imagine making new memories.  Hoping my memories fold into dreams and dreams become real.

I was born with a mending thread. A gift.

I see sadness and stich smiles.  

I see a hole and stich a patch.

I see a broken heart and seek to mend it.

I  see loneliness and weave it into a magical tapestry.  

It is my nature.  

Yours is a different cloth. The strongest and most elusive I have seen.  

Try as I might to lay a stich, my thread dissolves, my needle misses.

I still always feel the need to try, though the fabric resists.

Take the slice when offered
It doesn't happen everyday

It's not that you don't want to
But life gets in the way

Look at me
What do you see

Happiness from
A loving heart

Kindness from
Putting others first

Intelligence from
A thirst for knowing

Strength from
Facing life's challenges

Humor from
Facing life's challenges

Humility from
Facing life's challenges

Look closer still
You will see

I am no more than
Your mirror

Hidden poems
Kept out of sight

Secret pain
I cannot write

Broken dreams
Cut my feet

Distant goals
I'll never meet

Broken heart
That never mends

Bleeding out
I can't pretend

Smile dims
My laughter ceases

Shattered life
With missing pieces

Angel speaks...

Sleep to wake, wake to sleep,

day to night, night to day,

life to death, death to life,

Nothing ends, nothing begins,

only cycles through again and again,

love is the road on which all things travel