Between words

What is it
This emptiness that lies between words
In the spaces filled with something,
The language of breath
And formation of the body movement,
Palpable in its nothingness
Yet so deeply heard.
Reaching for the sky
Locked in the senses
Each one whole
Silence not broken by the sound
Of words thick with meaning
Underlying and known thoughts
To let it go into the wind,
Slip away beneath the surface
Watching it drown in its self
Rising strong above
Warrior carries the burden
Alone to stand
Undisturbed by the pull
Of a need,
Letting the sorrow go
Of the need to control,
To fix,
To make it all better,
Hands open to the coming
Of love undeniable.

A touch of words

Sweetest words caress
Letters falling off the page
Like rain mist soft and gentle
Soaking through
Parched skin.
Oils of life poured
Drop by drop
Scents of ages,
timeless in memory
Filling the soul with ease.
I whisper aloud
The foreign tongue of yesterday
Born of star dust and moonbeams
Brought to life by thought
And set down upon stone
Etched forever
Touching the soul
Simple history
Gentle like the sweetest caress
Of lavender across shoulders
Drawn in intoxicating
Fevered to love
Becoming one.


Tiny trinkets

thoughts and wishes

fragile eggs like emotions

kept safe.

Friends of the world

united in words 

love and hope fill the pages

that lay empty for much too long.

Traveller of the universe

my thoughts scattered

Now back after many weeks,

new charms in pockets,

new songs to be sung

and I know this feeling once more,

of being alive and cherished

of being loved and as one

with all that surrounds

and keeps safe,

all that ever mattered.

Mirror shines it’s moonlight glow

through open windows and the whisper of wind

blowing the hair gently

I am beautiful

I am whole.

I am at home in my heart.

Against the past

She stands alone

against the walls

that feel as if they daily

crumble down.

She holds her hands up

trying to stop the destruction,

the feelings and emotions

bottled behind glass,

like the dam that burst from pressure,

she is carried forward with the tide,

destination known

by only her heart.

She reaches her hand to grasp at things

she thinks will stop her from falling,

but the knowledge and escape she seeks

lies solely within her soul.

She must dive in deep,

treading past the hurt,

the pain and tears.

She must find the light once more,

and crush the foe

that is yesterday.

Battle ready she will grow strong

and looking forward to what is to come,

never back except perhaps

to wave goodbye one last time.