Will I feel those same feelings
I felt the last time
if I were to see you again?
If I will,
does that mean
I should never see you again?
Tag: heart
the one ember still alight
From the smouldering coals and ashes
deep down within me,
you found the one ember still alight
and reignited the flame.
The flickering lights in my eyes,
heat building on my skin,
sparks jumping through my heart,
you brought it all back.
Perhaps we can leave it at that,
perhaps that’s enough.
Perhaps that’s what you were meant to do
for me,
and nothing more.
Caught in a trance
Caught in a trance,
hands on the steering wheel
eyes on the road
mind lost in the music.
Lost in the bass
thundering through my static muscles,
lost in the guitar
amplifying my pulsating blood,
lost in the lyrics
shattering and healing my heart at once.
Turn it up loud
so my ears cannot hear my mind
attempting fantasy.
Singing, mimicking,
would be a disservice now.
So here I sit, caught in a trance
seemingly motionless, but hosting a frenzy
on the inside.
Music surges through me
as I open wide the gate
and leaves me with nothing more
than a growing smile on my lips
and radiating calm.
my mind in poem bedlam
I started to share
all my thoughts with the world,
but have been silent of late
with my brow slightly furrowed.
For although silent online,
I have been anything but.
Filling pages and pages
with words, commas and dots.
I have been writing and writing,
words pouring from my heart.
Running out ink from my pen
on topics hopeful and dark.
But although all my writing
has filled over a book,
flipping through the pages
makes me take away a look.
Some I want to keep private,
so not to cause concern.
Others I am proud to share,
for their publicity, I yearn.
There are too many to choose from
and all good in my mind,
so I elect to post none
and another writing book find.
Is this choice right? Maybe not,
but still writing I am.
Let the words fall where they may,
my mind in poem bedlam.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Step back and take another look,
at everything.
See the storm clouds rolling away
with every exhale.
Watch until your eyes believe
and your heart understands
that this will pass,
and peace has always been here,
and can be.
footsteps, furniture and new voices
The floor creaks under the weight
of footsteps, new and many.
Bodies rest upon furniture, furniture
which scarcely receives human contact.
Laughter and conversation
ring through the air,
of all ages and volumes.
Pushing us beyond comfort
for a few days
brings new appreciation for retreating
back, into routine and calm.
Despite temporary discomfort,
the footsteps, furniture and new voices
mean family and love are near.
Practice gratitude, and embrace
this chance, to fill your heart.
My, how snowflakes
Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.
Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.
My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.
little bit farther
Watching the needle
dip down, down,
closer to the bottom
and yet,
I keep on going
wondering how far I can go
before the last drop is used up.
Just a little bit farther.
The light comes on.
Just a little bit farther.
find those souls
May you find souls
whose hearts beat like yours
and enable
your soul to grow deeper
your heart to expand wider
and
your love to extend back
down into yourself.
May you find those souls
and hold on to them forever.
dreams about me
Sometimes
I lay awake at night thinking of you.
Where you are
Who you are with
What occupies you at this moment
What you are thinking about.
Someone once told me
that in psychology
to have a dream about someone
means they
are thinking of you
and long for you.
I wonder if you feel this
feel me
thinking about you,
if you have dreams about me
like I am trying to make you do.
Dawning Words 