Adornment

I need no rouge for my cheeks,

     they blush under your gaze,

          I need no jewels for my neck,

               your affection adorns it,

                    I need no clothing for my body,

                          your body covers mine,

                   I need no language or words,

              your kisses quiet me,

         I need no watch for my wrist,

     time will cease in your arms.

Eternity opens up in our love.

I Will Because of You

I surrender.

For the weapons I have will not protect me,

Because I don't need them now.

I give freely.

For the vault that has held my passion is opened,

Because you have found the key.

I will trust you.

For I've been banking my trust in wait for one worthy,

Because my dreaming heart held out hope.

I won’t over think this.

For fear lies ready to prey on joy in every shadow,

Because fear is the enemy of progress.

I want tomorrow.

For tomorrow holds so many possibilities for growing,

Because I am ready to grow into us.

I won’t rush life.

For now is beautiful in a thousand ways - I’ll love the moment,

Because there are moments for us to come. 

Cricket chirps folding
one over another
an endless rubbing

cicadas tap tap tap
a secret code
stop - start - clicking

cars swoosh past
one after the other
coming then leaving

owls who, who, whooo
asking for reply
always questioning

wind ruffling leaves
tousling the branches
affectionately brushing

this world sings
love songs to the stars
sounding in my ears

I fill with this love
adding my own part
my soul resonates

this is the song
God sings to me
because I listen

harmony settles over
chaos from the day
darkness brings peace

Artifice of Love

Don't fall in love with the you reflected in my eyes,
that's not fair to the me that falls in love with what's before me.

Don't tell me what I want to hear you say,
I'm just what you always wanted - you adore me.

Don't pave the path of days ahead with ideas of love,
I'll believe them seeing flaws in me when you ignore me.

Don't take my honest heart and words to feed your ego,
I'll give them sincerely in faith you understand me.

Don't weave a tale, idyllic, to keep from being lonely,
I'll feel it's true and think you truly love me.

Don't hurt the heart which believes despite what eye sees,
I'll mourn and grieve so hard it bleeds me.

Don't deceive - it's cruel to hurt a truthful soul,
Just let me be to live my dream alone - it suits me.

Don't paint for me your artifice of  love. 

Attic

Wooden stairs curve into mystery

sunlight's beams beckon the curious

through the doorway see possibility

relics of past lives hold secrets forgotten

calling to now - a shout to heart from memory

lump in throat holding desire to explore

excitement awaits with fear as its company

creaking first step announces the present

into the past, present seeks probability

learning truth through reflections concrete.

Sun Bring Peace

That stroke of morning
first moment of a new day
memory lives here like moving pictures
moving the heart to beat a little faster
moving the mind to wander into the next
moment.

Eye lids weighted
sleep creeps warmly over
dreams wait to sift through thoughts
thinking framed by perception
perception turns on its self, into the act of
transcendence.

Sun of tomorrow,
I pray,
Bring Peace.

Get Lost

Why am I punished for the sins of another?

Was Eve's sin so sinister?

Was it so evil to want knowledge?

Her sin was mistrust.

Mistrusting her maker.

Mistrusting her gut.

Mistrusting the truth.

Truth is so plain that it's hard to see.

You look for complexity,

but the simple truth is beautiful.

Wisdom is denying one's self,

accepting truth - simplicity.

Ignorance blunders and stumbles,

it misses the light while searching dark corners,

it wonders what it all means -

but it means nothing.

Love - that's what it is.

It's not a concept,

it's not what you think,

it's a feeling that flows like a tide,

the wise let go and ride,

sometimes they drown,

but they die happy.

The ignorant live miserable,

one scheme flows into another,

at the end of this effort there's a reward -

or so they believe -

but the simple fact that they fail to perceive?

It's that one must only stand still,

open themselves to the gifts they are given,

and take them and pass them along to the next,

then they find their place in the pattern,

the pattern that is simply happiness.

Lose yourself and find your way.