life

When You Came That Day

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When you came that day
I could not find a way to say
How your presence allowed me
To find a bit more glee

Lying there as the breeze came in
Your eyes and your heart brought me a grin
Within my soul, I felt it with all my might
So I decided, right then and there, to keep up the fight

The music you brought was familiar
As you strummed your guitar, I did remember
The days when we were young
When we had a little bit of fun

That time you tore off down the street
After the ball I threw at your feet
You raced like lightning
Watching you fly, was such a sighting

The thunder comes in waves
I miss you and regret my many ways
I wish I could tell you why
But it would make you cry

You showed up that day
So there isn’t any kind of way
I could bring sorrow
To your hopeful morrow

The past doesn’t matter
I left because I was full of chatter
Of the wrong kind
I was so blind

But I can see clearly now
And you showed me how
The way that you are
Completely raised the bar

Our story might be
One of tragedy
But like all losses
It doesn’t have to be

As my eyes closed and I listened
The stars I did see, they glistened
Your position and offer
Helped me not to suffer

For just a few moments
It was so very important
Your sound filled my heart
I dreamed of a fresh start

I can never explain my love
What lives inside you is something of a dove
For what you did for me
Has given an unlikely ability

To know your heart
And to see your start
On a journey
That I was never a part

You chose to show me
How kindness can be
After all these years
You took away my fears

This has given me power
To hang on and live for the flower
That I see blooming
Inside your garden, it is wonderfully soothing

You are not like the rest
The courage living in your chest
Amazes and delights
It fires up all the lights

It sure has given me strength
Your music, I wish it had no length
I could listen forever
Because it changes the weather

Outside and inside
The storm turned into pride
When you came that day
And decided to play

Decided to stay

Under That Same Tree

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The pause is long enough to fit,
sixteen breaths, a yawn and a rush.
The breeze pushes to accelerate,
the steps of love, the mind is mush.

Approached with care, she sits
beside the woman with gray hair.
Calmer weather now, the love
has made its way into the air.

Listening and offering warmth
the only antidote for worry,
she watches the clouds as they pass
not one of them is in a hurry.

The loving soul who was there first,
took you under her wing and did,
what we are here to do and to be,
like family we all exist under that same tree.

Movement was a bit of a struggle,
so we called for more love
to come to our aid to provide some shade,
and it was a lovely cool break to lean on a new dove.

When we are entrenched inside the light,
we know and we see so brightly it shines,
from one to another, we swim in delight,
because without the braces it can be difficult to fight.

The energy will command you to slow,
even when you are blinded inside,
the flow – it has a way you know,
to send you messages in such a way, to abide.

One more step, one more breath,
there will always be love and change,
but we are nothing without breakage
and repair to remind us of our range.

Have thanks and gratitude for the gift
of your life. We came here in search
of a human experience and to broaden our light,
to soften the blows of those, and to uplift.

The trip was short we made it home,
with the help of the three wise men,
they brought love, kindness, compassion
and supplies to help us and for that, I give them a ten.

We are all under that same tree,
waiting, watching, listening,
loving, building, dreaming, singing,
dancing and laughing; it’s all that there is, you see?

Icebergs in the Sky

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Icebergs in the sky catch my eye.
Floating and waiting, holding a lie.
The stillness of the air, deeply I sigh.
Shrinking, melting, I wonder why.

The hue reveals the truth.
I think about needing less proof.
The configuration is confusing so I climb to the roof.
Higher I sit above the ground, I am a sleuth.

It is inevitable, their disappearance like Houdini.
Magic and foolery I suppose, wiggly like linguini.
Tiny tricks and silent blips, much like a genie.
Up here it is not too cold, it’s even slightly steamy.

The birds sit across from me and we chat.
They tell me facts and funny, so I put on a new hat.
The cackle and laughter a joyful moment at that.
Looking below now, it feels nice sitting here alone, but I miss my cat.

The whisper of today gives me away.
The trees, the sky, the breeze, the sun and its single ray,
shines brightly through my skin, onto my hair, which is now turning a little bit gray.
To love the sight below, above and beside me is to know how to leave and when to play.

Nourishment from solitude replenishes all hunger.
I wonder if I sat here all night, would I hear thunder?
Would I see lightning shoot across the sky, I wonder.
How long until my cozy spot here up high forces me under.

There is nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to hear.
Except to see outside and see inside through my soul so dear.
The light is less now, I must climb down off this perch and quash the fear.
But sitting here in silence, I see the icebergs have disappeared.

Deep breath in, I close my eyes and remember your face.
The lines the way they were, your eyes the way they are, your hair the way it holds such grace.
The sight of you inside my mind, the delicate features of your heart, I don’t need to chase.
Because here you are, staring at me, smiling and enjoying this beautiful, lovely little place.