If I closed my eyes and saw simple perfection,
there would be a you.
Words sought by princess’, over hills around mountains, were written
and shared by you.
Dreams play out in forms of melodies I’ve never heard,
but belong to you.
Pools of tears welling up
and lying fearless in my eyelids
await you.
Happily ever after didn’t exist
in plain surroundings,
until the belief of you.
Now I seek every moment,
listening humbly,
for a you.
Morning nourishment
Blueberry sweetness secure
What matters the most
***
Hustle of giggles
Cold toes kick up snowy hills
Whatever will be
***
Always a mom first
Stop growing up so quickly
My first name, Audrey
*** (Not my child, or photo, so if it’s yours all credit goes to you, of course.)
lights dim
touch bruises,
safety vanished
air: no movement
continuing to reign
over what is no more
reinforces suffering.
alone, but no longer yours
She began pastel pink, airy and light
a sense of normalcy.
Darling.
Placing herself gently upon wide open and encompassing blue.
Auspicious.
As if appearing for the sole purpose of approval, geese, in v formation, fly through.
Scene Highlighted.
Prophetic.
Vibrant, at the snap of his command.
Passion, becomes the color of morning.
Soft quiet morning
Beneath a warm blanket
Beauty of marriage
And it will be,
They say.
My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.
Virgin white posy, shines,
Sighs towards the sun,
Her blossom relaxed
Submitting gracefully
Pearly, upon your eyes.
She, Seductress,
it would seem
For the unintended’s view,
Fragrance reveals essence,
As she prepares for you.
Silence like a river, driven
Listening brings peace
Causing our feet to float,
Above what may never be,
Allowing reality to belong
Circle, little hands spin
Keeps close watch
Talks every now and then
Reminds me of effort
And where life remains
So little are we
Upon this earth
Words still cut, cause pain
Hurt
Our investment required
The outcome
After experience, noteworthy
Exhale shame
Inhale wisdom
Keep time as your guide
And be proud of your name
breath of sunshine
winter so fair
snowflakes blow
as tumbleweeds,
and there are daisies
in her hair.
one day, I’ll be
a reason, no, the
reason, he never
feels alone.
until then, he’ll
search
and I will be okay
here.
Claim envelopes dawn
Monochrome protects sunshine
Moon nods, not today
Write, holding back
The silence we allow,
Ignite the passion,
We often live without.
Encourage lost in
Abandonment,
And forsake those
Who disagree.
Live life as a testament,
And use her in your dreams
Shifting of branches
Crack of her limbs
A melody of tinkling,
The cause for my grin.
Ice sliding downward
Upon a water bed,
And these sounds,
Caused by the wind.
A reason for pause
A merge of solitude,
I wonder what if
or possibly, what then.
Turning to ask,
A fog of memories,
Finding you further away
And our story, at its end.
I walk
Measure footprints
I stand
Succumbing winds
I continue
Waves encouraging
I wait
Beach envelopes
I obey
Ocean sings
A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
And dreamed.
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Deemed important,
Yet over time, has been lost.
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
as soft as her delicate skin
proved as pink as her blush
she looks like her lying there
’tis why you want her so much
Diamond Studded Mask
Eleganant pattern trance
Will not change her
