Unveiled

Hearts across forever
Dreaming of the times being
Together were ours;
How we never considered
Separation would break us.
Distant now apart,
There is no recapturing –
What we held, again,
We wonder how the moments
Could pass so quickly away.
How could we gain one
Another, then have it all
Stolen from our days?
Death a cruel stranger passing
Silently into dreams, we made.
Against this horrid taking
The cries arise at night
And with the day bright light,
No relief, no rest, no forgetfulness;
Only emptiness, dreadful space
Where our lives joined in
A multitude of beautiful ways.
Living now so shallow, constant shadow,
Where joy once kept the pain at bay.
Nevermore, nevermore, whatever
Hope remains, there must be readiness
To accept love’s willingness to invade
Reanimating the heart, dismissing the shade.
A moment, an hour, a day, time ever
Continues and life we must living partake
Love surrounds us for God never forsakes;
We, one another have, to inspire our
Ongoing from this present to futures
Our constant choices describe, make.

The Quiet Run Riot

Sometimes the quiet
Must run riot, override
All the sounds of life;
Be the peace beyond every
Moment of busy being.

A deep-drawn breath takes
A blade from the overwhelm –
Eases harried nerves;
Embraces heart, mind, soul – whole
Imparting all the comfort needed.

Moving from action,
Reaction, to tranquility –
Where the ripple stills,
Rousing pleasure arises in
A gentle touch, sweet caress.

Whispered, “I Love You’s,”
Become the music of choice
As ecstasy floods
Every portion of the selves
Who in the silence, learn to be.

Breathing becomes art
As there is no space between
People learning how
To find one another inside
Who they wish might grow in love.

Still, sometimes quiet
Is the medicine to heal
The ails amassed in
All the frequent places where
There is no solace, silence.

Days Like This

Days like this are rare,
Precious, sweet, and unique,
When life serves one up
I try to treasure it well
Because I have known deep pain.

I have seen my best
Snatched away in stray moments
Glory days destroyed,
I pray today may herald
A stream of unbroken joy.

I am not all calm,
Excitement fills me brimming,
But shadow has run
And I am lighted with joy
Maybe, love will be and grow.

There is enough love
Within me to chase sadness
Away, but he makes
It easy to forgive myself
For being a wild-child free.

My apologies for spacing on this, but I wrote it on my phone.

As a prompt, create something about a recently experienced happiness. Bonus points if you show it reignited hope.

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He Cooks For Me…

I do not know all
Of what it means or how it
Will be, but I know
This one thing that means the world
He cooks for me, and so cares.

Missing My Peace

Across the ocean between
I wonder
Do you wait, or do you go on;
Forgetting you were
The starch that stiffened my spine,
Enough
To stand when I only wanted
To run away and hide.
Now,
Without, I can hardly face
The rising of the sun,
All the troubles we worried,
Surely,
They have come, and without
You, I am drowning
No one to throw a raft.
Mama,
I am supposed to be grown,
But standing here alone,
This world seems less than ever,
My home.

Yet, I am thinking of how I wish
I could make you proud,
Show that what you taught,
I finally learned
Well enough that others could see
The magic you often said
Existed in me.
My courage seems settled –
With your ashes in that urn.
I wilt like a rose denied a drink,
But Mama,
Do you know? Do you know how
I miss you so? Sometimes, just
To hear you say I love you,
To have you give me a hug.
Ah, what comfort it would give.

I cry, and wonder why, because
I was
Taught to be reliable, to hide hurts.
Sometimes I do, but God knows,
I need you, and I can hardly get
A grip on why He took you.
Some have said I can stand
All I must do is work
A plan.
My plans keep washing away
In a deluge of troubles
No barrier erected by me
Can forestall.
I know, I know there is no call
To give up, but I have almost,
Then I remember how you said,
“Believe that you can,” and I try
Again.

I guess if I could reach
Across the divide
Seeing you,
You would remind me
To keep doing my best,
Never give up, study myself,
For the rigor of each test.
You would say, “My love is
With you no matter how far
Apart we seem. Trust in
Love
To feed your heart
And strengthen your mind.
Keep living, you are my dream.”
Okay,
Okay, even though it is harder –
Than, I imagined it could ever be,
I will live, for you gave life to me.

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