Winters Breath

In the midst of busyness

how can one feel

so alone,

lost within

old memories

of times past,

shadows that linger

growing long

as time is measured

in the suns travels,

and I reach up

to touch the sky

finding once more

that feeling

of your kiss

upon my face

warm,

even as snow falls

and winters breath blew,

now phantom lips

haunt my day

and you are gone,

I sit here

in silence,

hidden in shadow

Lovers Lament

The river flows dark and cold
memories dance 
down this viscous highway 
sparkling eyes of a young girl
dreaming of her lover
across on the other shore
a lone bell rings
echoing across the valley
reminding her of loss
the river flows deep and muddy
where bones lie quiet
and catfish roam

River

The river flows dark and cold

memories dance

down this viscous highway

sparkling eyes of a young girl

dreaming of her lover

across on the other shore

a lone bell rings

echoing across the valley

reminding her of loss

the river flows deep and muddy

where bones lie quiet

and catfish roam

Early Morning

There are a thousand stories to be told before they are lost in the wind. Each story contains a glimmer of the true self, the one hidden by the scars accrued over a lifetime. The bitterness that comes from a lost love, lost dreams, lost desire, the losses we wear to cover our hearts true nature. In the early hours, before the sun has risen and the world is quiet, if we take a moment to sit in silence we may hear that small voice calling us to strip away those layers, to lay naked once again before God.