Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

You are

You are the feather that
finds me
and rests on my shoulder.
You are the breeze
that caresses my skin.
You are the shimmer I see
over clear waters.
You are the butterfly 
that lands fearless on my face.
You are the sound that I hear
from the music box
while no one touched it. 
You are the seagull poised
on the fence
anchored in the moment.
You are the song
the sparrow sings
you are the joy and sorrow
I feel within.
You are in my smile,
in the sound of my laughter,
in the core of my being. 

For Mom and Dad I will always miss you.  Meet us here where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Andrea Bocelli-You speak to my soul

My soul wept while you sang,
my soul trembled 
as your voice lifted it higher. 
As you touched my core,
I was an infant,
I was a little girl running 
toward my father's arms,
I was a woman loved.
All the moments unfolded into one,
a thousand yesterdays and today,
interwoven into a beautiful tapestry of my life.
My soul trembled,
touching dark places
where now there is light,
reaching inside my spirit
to everything I ever was,
and all that I am.
Erase the past,
celebrate the past,
devastation replaced by triumph.
I wept as if I had wings,
lifting me over oceans and mountains
I have loved.
Completely captivated
in the moment,
yet I melted into 
a thousand mournful mornings,
of despair and loneliness,
of judgement and courage.
A thousand moments
engraved in my being.
A thousand tangos I have danced
while I stood still.
All the while,
my soul weeping,
the scars cracked,
open and bleeding.
My soul weeping with the grace
of knowing that the pages
are full,
that I have lived,
that I have loved,
that we are here
for a moment in time.
We blink and the
here and now 
are gone. 

I was inspired to write this after attending a concert of Andrea Bocelli. His voice went to my core and as you read the poem I wrote you will understand how I feel. I never felt so lifted to hear anyone in concert even though I have seen many talented performers that I love. This concert was like therapy to my soul. I am so grateful that I experienced this.  Please meet us here where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The stillness

The seed sprouts into a plant,
dawn turns into a new day,
the infant grows,
and so did our love.
I did not ask you
for eternity,
I did not seek,
I did not rush your love.
I took it one day at a time,
one stolen kiss,
one moment of desire,
drops of magic in the sands of time.
In the stillness of dawn
our love is sacred.
You reach for me,
our tangled feet meet,
the silence cradles us in the moment.
There are no interruptions,
or decisions to make,
or small stuff to sweat,
or words we may utter and regret.
In the stillness of dawn,
love is reborn,
like the new day.
All that was said is forgotten
and forgiven
in the stillness of dawn
we remember
how we became one. 

Dedicated to my husband, he is my love and my best friend. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Meet us here where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

My Tree

The veins in my hands deep,
like the roots of the oak tree,
strong and enduring.
My crow's feet light
but aged,
like the cracks in the tree
seasoned and broken down.
On the doorstep of spring
the bark peels without danger.
On the doorstep of spring
my soul is fractured
from the crevices of life.
My inner bark is living
forming new protective layers.
We both weathered life,
at times beaten and broken,
yet we are both survivors.
New twigs are forming,
green leaves are sprouting,
and I am growing new stems
to extend ,
to uncover and remedy 
doubt and fear. 
My spirit soars higher
than my body can.
It struggles
to follow the questions,
to explore the possibilities,
to provoke,
to seek.
When you look into my eyes
can you see the stains on my soul?
I bow my head
then I rise
like the roots of the oak tree
soaking it all in,
loving life. 

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