I’m here without you and I can’t understand why. The Why’s that make up my days and nights. The Why’s that invade my thoughts and envisage. The Why’s of my nightmares and of my daydreams. I’m here without you and can’t understand why. Why did our story end so soon? Why did your heart stop…
`What is grief? but the Tower that once stood tall and whole, That now implodes beginning to crumble and fall The very foundation split asunder, no longer able to Support what has been built with love and care. What is grief? but the shattered dreams dreamt Once upon a time that in taking shape from…
When you turn the corner and see the moon hanging High in the bright cloudless sky, Her reflected light which competes, With the far reach of the Sun, And Gossamer though she may appear, Her countenance defiantly shines. OR When you look to the sky on a clear cold night, And you see your breath-mist…
The line recedes just out of reach Always moving away into the distance Seemingly just out of arms length No matter how long we pursue. The offing stretches out as far as can Be seen, where at the edge of the world Monsters lie in wait and warn the Wayward of their impending doom. As…
Into the mourning, she risesfrom morning to nightfrom the East to the West,endogenous aglow with refracted light.She slips beyond the imaginary lineto reappear bright and cheery,whether it is felt or shown or worn,whether or not she has a choice.Chained to her taskspinning and spun inreverse, West to East herstar will rise and fall,skirts a-swirl and…
She often wondered about traditions what they were and who they were for. Were they for the living, or in memory of the dead? To which did they honor? What were their origins and how important are they really? There are the traditions that are passed down to us by our family, our ancestors and…
Those who came before And have passed beyond the veil Whose time has come and gone Leaving their mark upon our brow Some with broken hearts – a grief we all must bear Some just a memory – too distant now to share. They, our Ancestors, for better or for worse Their life and times…
There are things I can’t change And things I never would, Things from the past, the present And what is yet to unfold. There are things I can’t change. Like the weather or time, The changing of seasons The rhythm and rhyme of A sunrise and sunset, Star bright and moon light. There are things…
She sat quietly looking out the window of the bus. She was careful to keep her face blank of expression and avoided all eye contact with everyone hoping to discourage any form of communication. She was sure that if someone looked too closely, they would be able to see past her carefully placed mask, read…
This life or the next, we often wonder What our past, present, and future hold To travel through each life existence Striving to grow and evolve. Continuing on through space and time Our destiny yet to be told, Learning the many lessons As each new life unfolds. To continually feed and nourish The everlasting sacred…