January 2016

January 29, 2016

SEARCHING FOR JOY

A lifetime of searching
where the road
meets the horizon

A lifetime of searching
where the thunderous waterfall
meets the glen below

A lifetime of searching
I am standing on the precipice
seeing the blanket of forest
without ever falling

A lifetime of searching &
to behold life; a glimpse of it
seeing each child born

A lifetime of searching
seeing each bud burst into bloom
each leaf unfurl into green

A lifetime of searching
waiting for life to penetrate
barriers of wall
that are enclosing me

A lifetime of searching
yearning for its’ expanse
waiting for the moment

A lifetime of searching
knowing the moment will come
my moment of joy

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Joy

January 17, 2016

Eight years now and counting
but only yesterday the phone rang
I heard your voice as close
as your breath on my skin
telling me you loved me
and your leaving at anytime
would always have been too soon

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

My mother left on another journey no one could take with her, eight years ago today and my missing her is always on the surface of every day of the journey I take for myself.

January 2, 2016January 2, 2016

GLITTER CATCHING MOON RAYS

The heavens spill star dust
into vastness of universe
like glitter catching moon rays
gathered in pools that play
amongst sprites,fairies and such

You watched the stars & moon
a blanket beneath on the grass
in wonder constellations bright
peering deeply into the night
they left you all too soon

The sun use to warm your skin
you bathed in its’ healing rays
the memory masked a wolf in guise
walked with you no more to fly
friend of the stars, speaker to wind

My oldest daughter has Lupus, as I might have mentioned prior on this site. When she was a little girl she use to love to take a blanket and go with her friend to soak up the rays of the sun. Later, after she was diagnosed, she found she was allergic to the sun. I began to see her taking her blanket at night and going outside to the front yard. I asked what she was doing and she merely said, “I’m going to watch the stars”. She has adjusted to life and amazes me in the process.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself