I've walked your floor

sat beside you in candlelight
looking at photos
scattered across the floor.

you remembering names
and people and prayers
I had long forgotten.

you are the dancer
who glides this loner
through sorrows and the stars,
across the mist of moments
most treasured

where in the stillness between kisses
promises are kept
and the warmth of your hand on my cheek
felt in places to real to touch.

your love asks for nothing
and when you smile your quiet gift to me

tender one, every breath I take is loving you.

we should thank our mum for giving us our birth
carrying us inside then placing us on earth
then she had to raise us be our guiding light
read us bedtime stories so we could sleep at night

she was always there when ever things went wrong
to guide us through the bad times with her love so strong
so we should thank her dearly our best friend and our chum
thank her for just being there.  thank her for being mum.

Bright blue skies
A few white clouds
Golden rays
Multi colored flowers everywhere
Green trees swaying
Fragrant scents adorn the air
Like perfume

Sunbeam days
Light calming breezes
Blow across the face
Teasing it ever so slightly
Like gentle butterfly kisses

Sunbeam days
Ocean waves pounding the shore
Turquoise water
Endless sandy beaches
Smooth as silk
Umbrellas everywhere

Sunbeam days
Music in the air
Hints of summer
Fill my mind

There are days
when the fat
rain beats the
tent like a snare
drum.
Sleep is impossible,
a distant
memory from youth.
Beautiful flowers die,
and green isn't quite
green enough.
It turns to olive brown,
then black.
People don't behave
and we can't make them.
I hope there is
rest when it's all
said and done.

THE MAP OF NOWHERE

shipwrecked
on the tiny island of self
sends a message in a bottle

to her future self
who maybe can
rescue her

if she ever passes by
in the great ship
of memory

will she know herself
when the time comes
to step onto that horizon

balancing
like a tightrope walker
between heaven and sea