Where the Earth has etched out the Avon gorge,
I stand and look, from the edge of the downs,
see from the pale blues, where sky and land merge,
to a valley of green and ochre browns.
Under the midday sun, in silent awe,
I stand and look into the glowing distance.
Light dances, like I've never seen before,
the landscape shimmering with brilliance.
It humbles me, how I have happened upon
this panoramic and sublime expanse,
how it will stay with me, once I have gone,
how what I will remember is the dance.
Then I realise, the world, it sings a song.
That all I want to do, is sing along.

Encoded within light is my essence.
The essence of love.
It is from my soul
from my whole self
who moves in divine wholeness.

The very fabric of my being radiates
as more energies anchor in heart.
The very truth of who I am
has now been shown to me
as I no longer walk on eggshells
to please others.

I have found a new formula to live by.
I have arrived to a place where I live in heart
in human vessel.
Live peaceful and serene.

The firefly flutters about at night
exposing  bright light into darkness.
Their purpose
to bring flashes to eyes
that ignite dreams.
Their goal to move
with wind on wings
to carry hope
and cleanse darkness before day.
They're little night fairies
meant to send love
through eyes that see.

Rain falling as if it was in slow motion

Hitting my pale skin

I stop, and look at the clouds

Dark and mysterious

Just like his eyes

The eyes that always looked at me

never through

The eyes that watched me

The eyes I loved

and learned to watch

The eyes that were closed for all of eternity now

I longingly stared at the eye lids I would never

watch flutter open in the morning,

or ever again

I finally broke my stare and let my eyes

drift to his lips

Remembering how they felt against mine,

how they felt on my skin

I bent down and kissed his forehead letting

a single tear roll down cheek

I watched as it hit his face

I took my thumb and wiped it away as he had done

so many times for me.

Smudging the make-up that the Embalmer

undoubtedly spent hours on

making him look like he wasn't dead

I stared at his face taking it all in for

one last time

I broke my stare once again,

letting my eyes wonder down his chest

and landing on his hands.

Wishing that I could hold his hand one more time

The way his fingers laced between mine.

When I fell, his strong hands were always there to pick me back up.

His fingers forever locked together at his waist

As I stared into the casket for the last time...

I let it all go

He was gone, no need to pretend that I was O.K

for the first time in my life I had a reason that everyone

understood, to just cry

He found me, fixed me

Made me a  better person

He just had to leave me

I vowed to find him

and I did

that night that he was laid to rest

forever

six feet under