The quiet of home when we Return from wrestling lions all day. The satisfaction of writing letters, Poems, songs for loved ones. The taste of a meal carefully Prepared with helpings of love. A comfortable chair, bright light, Books we are longing to read. Songs we never realized existed But for which we find a soul hunger. A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion. Stolen hours when hearts, souls Are permitted freedom to dance art. Picking up a crying child, watching As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile. The sweet hug of those treasured Who we raised despite everything. Traveling to a far-off wonderland, Returning to a space of belonging. Knowing, growing with screen friends, Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face. Sunshine after a bleak succession Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days. The alabaster moon coming from behind Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss. Setting aside specific times to find those Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord. Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep. Awaking to a day full of opportunity, Possibility, without doubt, we are loved. Living in a blessed place where each one Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.
Moments forever Cradled in your loving arms Finding myself once, Always, when I become lost – In the music of your touch. Where you lead me is Impossible without you Are here, ever near Guiding me an endless tour Covering time, space, every-sphere. We are met and meant A promise set long ago When eternity Cast plans of all futures to Come within hours of being. I may write our rhyme, But you are each word, making All the sentences Together, perfect, meaning, Heartbeat, pulse, breath, giving voice. I could never turn Walk away because you are Written on every Exterior, interior part Who I was, am, will soon be.
As a prompt, what is your dream? The one that keeps you going when the pain is too intense and giving up seems a plausible option. Create something which celebrates that base level of who you are and who you intend to become. If it seems just too hard, do it anyway. You are not here for mediocrity; you are here to fulfill a purpose, a purpose only you can discern.
You cried your words, right, Into the heart of my life, soul, Answering was I Bound close as yourself to you I sang beauty in a voice I borrowed – starlight; The wind untamed took captive Every small moment I did not hide in pockets Protected from your unknown. Across many years I chased every pleasure found In other places, But each was lacking something Proven in your words to me. My nebulous thoughts Converge, enfold your body In a field tender As the minute sensation Of love, long-deferred, come due. Myself, my sight, is Frequent as light traveling Across space and time To portray your perfect poise Provided contrasting darkness. I have now become More than distant yesterdays; Music you wrote, soft, Upon the flesh, heart, dancing Beneath your strong, gentle hands.
The heart becomes a wilderness, The trees are bare, left bereft As Winter falls cold and colder I, no longer bold, grow older, Your footsteps make no sound, echo, On the leaf-strewn path, receding. I wonder at myself left bleeding, Trying more to bide believing, But cannot know if your anger – Was an outburst or soulful season, Shall we again together have reason To celebrate the who we are Or risk space come between us afar.
I need to put my Hand in yours, loved, secure, wrapped – I need to rest my Head on your chest, hear heartbeats – I need to touch you, be touched, Do I want too much? Take me! I am yours, always – Let me see you smile, Help me find my place, alive, Look to me, go on, survive. The storm, together – We can carry through – freedom, We can become real I see you fit, capable – Me brave, effort will Finally, come to fruition. Dreams, us finding happiness Amidst all the things that rain – Tears, fire, light, but more, galore Gratitude for the blessing – Found in us having one another – Strength embraced in love.