between the moments of living and dying
there are moments divine
We are many kinds of beautiful..
watching the sun set one last time
the beauty in the darkness
the hope in the empty
And the warmth in the coldness of goodbyes..
There is a morning after
We won’t have to search anymore..
fascinated how we can become undone
yet remain as one..
The seconds that tick
dissipate unaware
giving way to the day
creating moments that are rare..
unparalleled – unequal-
unique to their own..
not a given but a
gifting
your time like fine wine..
Take it in slow
savor it as it goes..
for if you’re lucky enough to see the value
of the time that entwines you
to those all around you
then you’re free to know
There is no hold
There is no goal
There is no premium on the giving of your soul..
For a moment
For a day
Show me the way..
bring me home to the place I wish to be..
I bleed every time I choose to lose..
my heart has quieted down
no longer wishing to drown..
last fight with my twin
the enemy within
not giving in
victory is my win..
The wrinkles on my soul have made me whole..
I’m strong, I’m weak
I’m right, I’m wrong
I’m all mixed up
But I belong..
Feathers or steel
why not both
They make me real..
love is a losing game
Defeat..
in ways that make you as it breaks you..
give in to the pain
It fills you with joy
with strength
So much to gain..
Shadows of your heart
Hit you in the darkest part
A noose around your neck
that grip will rip
till you feel no more..
trust it – walk through that door..
If I was a sculptor
I’d mold me into you
you into me
We’d be the best we could be
losing while we win to the best moments unknown
getting lost in the game with no name..
it’s quiet, it’s there
it’s all I hear..
Your whisper..
begins a storm
roaring like thunder through my core…
stealing my dreams
until you’re all I see
a chain around my soul
don’t set me free..
Feeling your breath touched without sound
you’ve set my heart into oblivion..
wild animal cries
drowning out what’s left of me
sinking to the depths below
places only we can go..
It’s rare, yet we dare..
the pain, the hurt
it all subsides
only goodness now resides..
the stones no longer in her head
the stones no longer make her bed
those words are full of life instead
so vibrant in their deathbed..
Something’s lost when something’s gained
every space in her heart remains..
No divide.. plenty of space to slide with all the love inside..
Set free from condemnation
Being lost was worth the coming home..
tread softly as you go-
it’s her bones that made you whole..
circular band of love
surrounding me like an orbit
good and bad
It’s all to be had when you dance the tango of love..
people within the walls of my world
live within the walls of my heart
It takes two, four or more to make one..
They walk with me
talk with me
in this journey of love..
and with each breath I take
sunshine and tears are left in its’ wake..
