It was not always like matches and wildfires,
but their love…
was like peaceful sleep
after a long hard day,
like sunrise after a dark storm,
fresh, like the smell of flowers that lingered,
long after one walked away,
their love was like answers
to questions of the heart.
And with a blink of an eye
you are one with the sky
reminding us of how fragile,
we are…
and that time
only exists when you actually live
in the moment
for tomorrow, we all become stardust.
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
And where the flowers don’t bloom,
and the grass don’t grow,
my tears go,
as rain.
There she lay…
drifting with the white clouds
against the blue sky
in the eternal summer
of her enchanted dreams.
Always a dreamer,
you strayed to the far side
between fact and fiction
where you could see stars
in the middle of the day
twinkling in the sky
just for you,
to whistle
the tunes of the heart…
feeling content,
on the simple notion,
of being happy.
And his little paws
created art
on the pristine fields of snow
spreading joy
chasing his own tail.
Oreo loved the snow, may he find a ton of snow to play up there! ❤ Still the best pup ever, forever and always!
She ruled
wearing her mistletoe crown
and candy-cane pajamas
having a cup of coffee…
Keeping all the balls up in the air
and kicking those that fell.
Her naked heart
reached out seeking warmth
in the cold minds,
that had forgotten, the sun.
And stars gave her the gift of time,
To imagine eternity.
