I ponder my past,
stepping to the future while
living out this day.
A Book Is Like A Mind: Both Are Better When Open
I ponder my past,
stepping to the future while
living out this day.
I close out this year
and begin with hope, to love
both God and myself.
I regret having
lavished love on one who crushed
my then open heart.
The air is now crisp.
Autumn enters gracefully.
Golden shades abound.
Smiles are a great joy.
One of life's blessings? To share
Laughter all around.
I repeat myself.
My whispers of love to you
fade into the night.
I have been made small
by others, but I need not
keep myself that way.
I still dream of you.
At night the thrill of your touch
Is everlasting.
Regrets I carry
are lost in your gentle love
which brings my heart peace.
How can I seduce
one whose former flame's photo
is their wallpaper?
Am I forgiven?
Can you feel undying love
on those golden roads?
This day I feel lost.
Your voice remains in my heart.
Your smile stays with me.
When I speak your name
our brief moment lives again.
Your love still haunts me.
My hands cross your cheeks.
The senses are satisfied
and then I awake.
Could my broken heart
be what can rescue my soul
and lead to True Love?
When the one I love
kissed another tenderly,
I saw my dream die.
Predawn air is crisp.
The scent of sunrise is sweet.
Simple things, God's Gift.
Is it wrong for me
to dream of your perfect form
wrapped all around me?
Trees stretch to Heaven.
The roots give them strength to try.
God help the rootless.
Passion entwined us.
A streetlamp witnessed our kiss.
Then you ran away.
I dream of your eyes.
Pillows make for poor lovers.
Desire haunts me.
Sunrise surprised me.
I wore Mom's old sunglasses.
My grief does not die.