Precious moments
Tag: happiness
Waiting
A practice in patience
standing in the shadows
you dawn on me
with a glowing smile
to wake up my heart
Clouds blotted you today
replaced with incessant rain
threatening stormy weather
refracted to my soul
Time’s lethargy
spreading contagiously
as hours creep on
while I wait for you this time
I ought to love the rain
filled with memories
of its gentle dance with me
synchronised with my storm
But I am back to longing again
to find the Sun waiting for me.
The fortress
Impenetrable
Walls so high to protect me
Even from myself
Deep in the basement
In cobwebs behind a door
Is the hiding place
Of secrets that are
Shrouded behind a dark veil
I dare not expose
Even to myself
Shielding me from destruction
If it is revealed
The fragile essence
Of guarded imperfections
You will never see
They are pounding now
On the doors to be released
To help set me free
I am not alone
I see it so clearly now
Your lock and your key
Let us take the steps
Find that hidden place of fear
Torment and sorrow
The war is over
Time has come to surrender
And break down the walls
Freed from the fortress
Together
Together like an echo
I hear the reverberation
See the reflection
Smell the fragrance
trailing my own scent
I know you feel it
Just as I do
The loving thoughts
I have of you
Together we dance
Among each other’s words
Completing the sentence
Which we’ve been given
By time and memory
Handcuffed by dreams
Tricks of imagination
That keep the fire burning
Of our endless yearning
Together we long
For the elusive
The unattainable
Turning back of the clock
Rewinding the years
To a time and place
Where age was no concern
Obligations feather–dusted
Into another room
Together we draw
What we can with what we have
Sometimes it’s in the art
Sometimes in conclusions
Close that door
Close that door on your anger
Still contending and defending who is to blame
Re-living all the hurt and your dark secret shame
Until it becomes a lethal toxin to your existence
Organ pipes tuned so loud, you lose all resistance
Close that door on your resentment
The festering sore that never seems to truly heal
Opening new wounds in old scabs that you peel
That thick bile that keeps congesting your chest
Until Misery’s eggs are warmly laid in your nest
Close that door on being the victim
Emotionally scarred and taken for granted
A washtub, a door mat – in your mind implanted
Time for a new way of looking at what life brings
Perhaps a different pest control to fend off the stings
Close that door on your deception
It’s nothing strange, we all hide behind our masks
Ready to please and tease the world in all that it asks
But when the sun peaks inside, someone pays the price
Of souls torn apart in a cold, steely, shredding-device
Close that door on your unhappiness
The world is filled with a myriad of magical things
Time’s too short to not breathe in all that nature brings
So many smiles lie wasted behind curtains of tears
I’ll drink a toast to you and hope you’ll say Cheers!
Close that door so that new ones may open
Here’s to you for all dreams you have been hoping!
When love chills
Out for a late lunch and so were they,
a perfect family in a corner, facing the bay.
But the imperfections showed in their eyes.
Hers had long lost their sparkle; living lies.
It’s not the first time that I’ve perceived
that faraway look. Can it be retrieved,
the love that surely resided in their hearts
before vows crumbled into isolated parts?
Her eyes held weariness and sorrow captive
in an aging face that was once very attractive.
He nursed his beer, doubtless about its taste,
a scowl crossed his face, somberness-laced.
Had they quarreled or was this just a sign
of a love that had long lost its gleaming shine?
It’s not the first time I’ve seen such desolation
dining out together with very little conversation.
I wonder what happens to marriages like this
when couples feel empty, forgotten their first kiss.
Going through the routines like a clock in machine
even with the blessing of children in between.
As they stand up to leave and pay their bill
I toast to us and take another Sangria refill.
An unsettling sandstorm rolls across the shore
as I join in the laughter behind that closed door.
A toast to you
A toast to our anniversary!
two months ago today,
when we tied the knot
at our own alter made
of whispers sweet,
from lips soft and moist-
the beginning of Spring
with it’s new blossoms of promise.
Gone too soon with a dry
hot summer sun, sweltering,
melting, wilting our
freshly picked flowers.
Wish the rain would come
and not stand suspended in a
gathering cloud to fool me,
instead of soaking me wet.
In hope, I will not trust
because I’m not yet despairing.
I’d rather keep faith that
the new seeds will grow
even in arid conditions.
A time will come again
when the hint of drizzle
will swell into a deluge.
For how can it be called rain
when its sky does not meet the plain?
So my window stands open tonight,
hoping to catch the scent of your arrival
with the hint of refreshing vapours
and a promise that you will return.
Spring still flourishes in her abundance
seducing the air with fragrances rare.
But she longs for rain’s loving care
not droplets suspended in the air.
Yes, seasons and climates do change
and we must adapt – but never give up!
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