Love Seat

it's funny, a writer, wishing that words didn't exist, but...

i wish there were times that we could sit down together, one on one, and just share a loving space.

i would sit across from you.  gaze into your eyes and smile.

breathe deeply

love deeply

share deeply

we could both place our egos on the back of our chair
and pick them up on our way out...
but for that time
we would be still and silent and smile.

i would tell you with my mind the beauty i see in your soul.
how you, in particular, speak to me in a way no one else can.
it is your art, your music, your writing,
your form of expression that touches a thread within.

your realization,
and subsequent creativity,
connect with another person,
another soul,
that must make it true.
true for at least two of us.

Mindful

i feel your beauty.
your sound,
your images,
your story,
your words,
your silence,
your kiss,
your death,
your sorrow,
your longing,
your happiness and joy,
your absent mindedness,
your split second wrong decision...
you.
naked...
like we all are sometimes.

i am still breathing.

Daughter, Sister, Mother

As you break out of the pavement,

I am breaking out of this chamber.  

The smoke rises,

day in and day out...

Suffocating both of us in our repression.

Your sky is paling,

My blue, fading,

Until we can breathe freely again.

As your oven heats up,

Mine trembles in fear.

The streets pave the way of the wind,

Masking the true beauty we both possess. 

Your trees are dying,

Mine, groping, 

We seek pure soil for nourishment.

As you play with the tides,

I roll in and out.

The creatures fade into the night,

Leaving us longing for some connection.

Your soul is fighting,

My eyes, weeping.

Will we live again?