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Abeja Reina Aug 2016
You no longer hang the moon in my sky
You are not the stars in my heavens
You once held my whole universe in your hands

You didn't want me....

You are no longer the twinkle in my stars
You are not the honey in my hive
You are no longer the harmony in my life song

You didn't want me...

You are not my soul
You will never be the warmth to my cold
You are not the knight to my princess

You didn't want me...

Now he is the steps to my dance
Now he lights my love path
Now he is the seconds to my minutes

He wants me...

He is the morning light that brightens my day
He is the pulsing life running through my veins
He is the breathe that fills my pounding chest

He is my moon and stars now and for life...
B. Peterson
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
Once again I say good bye to a happiness we shared
          So I don't cry..,
Once again I say good bye to that sweet feeling I got every time I heard I'll  love me forever
          So I don't cry...
Once again I say good bye to a day filled with joy hearing your excited voice on the phone. But not today or tomorrow or yesterday.
          So I don't cry...
Once again I say good bye to being your special someone.
          So I don't cry...
Once again I say good bye to love.
          So I don't cry...
Once again I say good bye to forevers.
          So I don't cry...
And once again I say good bye to my heart.
          So I don't cry...
I wrote this a few years ago about my marriage and my love dying.
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
Optimism is my mask
Hurt is my soul
Pain my shield
Laughter my sword
Silence my wall
You may not enter
Trust is violent
Kindness my instrument
You can not have the bullet to end me
I hide the true me

By B. Peterson
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they walked along the white sandy beach together.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they gazed into one another’s eyes and promised to forever.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they watched with joy as their baby blow out the candles on his first birthday.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they tearfully waved good bye to the last child leaving.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they looked into the precious face of their first grandchild.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as she sat by his side until he reluctantly closed his eyes for the last time.
How I wish you could hold my hand.  But she knew he would always hold her hand if only in her heart.

By B. Peterson
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
Wingless bird’s song of sooth.
Heart of torment weeps.
For the windy lover she can touch no more.
The tree of heritage has forgotten her name.
No seed will be sewn.
No springtime joy.
The peering sunrise brings empty notes.
And only silence remembers her song of sooth.

By B. Peterson
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
We wrote our vows on the water pressed sand

Our sun kissed faces toward tomorrow

The pink swirling sky over head

Love harp vibrates sweet sound

Unclouded visions cover our eyes

Truth rings in our ears

Fears vail has gone

Warmed by glowing heart sun in our forever minds
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
Slumber sweet on wispy clouds.

Wishing night of secret thought.

Covered smiles will point the way.

Yet door of answers is unlocked.

The question you've held all along.

Your wings of trust spread in flight.

Faith leap joins our soaring souls.

To forever fly the lasting sea
Abeja Reina Jul 2016
Cool blue wind swept desires.
Breathless dreams warm the mind.
Bonfire memories of a two track youth.
Drama torn sorrows to adult ambitions.
Rock strewn hard beaten highways.
Languished trestle well traveled.

Holds unknown life's map.
Wide eyed unveiled truths.
Wings span to freedoms spirit.
Weathered knowledge gained.
Times promise to sworn ends.

— The End —