Letters To Heaven

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In the moonlight

I write letters to heaven.

The wind whispers ,

my hair tangled and free

my eyes wide open.

Letters to heaven,

poems stuffed with love,

slices of my soul.

I leave a trail on the sand,

I draw on orange withered leaves.

On nights the stars cast a

light on my backyard.

You can find bold letters,

left for you to gaze from up above.

I love you,

thank you,

you are forever in my heart.

Yesterday was four years since my mom passed away. I think of her every day. I think of her watching 

from above. Our son got engaged this weekend to a wonderful girl that we love. We were excited and happy. I know how much my parents would have rejoiced in this and I wish they could have been here.

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The Past

Ice cube under my tongue,

I close my eyes
not to savor
but to remember.
Ice cubes filled my belly,
drowning the sound of hunger.
Isolation,
thoughts unraveled
like threads undone.
Shackled by yesterday
a prisoner of the past.
Searing pain,
I close my eyes to remember.




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The Ceiling

We float through clouds

red crimson sunrise 

heavenly sunsets.

Cobalt waters,

budding green fields,

we are consumed by the magic.

We lie on the floor,

our senses sweeping us away,

like waves in the ocean.

Childlike we float even though

our feet are grounded.

We feel the butterflies of our soul

take flight,

inspired by beauty and grace.

Last week on our trip to Seattle we were amazed at the Dale Chihuly Museum which took our breath away.

My son and I were on the floor taking in the Persian Ceiling which was simply gorgeous. 

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Honeysuckle Summer

Love poems tucked away 

in your tackle box.

Love poems engraved on your skin.

At dawn the house exhales,

as I inhale your breath.

You walk through fire with me,

you dance through the storm with me.

You give me honeysuckle in an empty

Coca Cola bottle,

just like that summer in the Hamptons

long ago.

You whispered tales

and secrets of your childhood

enchanted summers.

I marveled at the stained glass windows

on the charming little church down the road,

by the graveyard.

The sun nurtured us

and caressed our bare skin

and yellow flowers in

an empty soda can

were a gift I treasured

because you loved me.

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Hope

I hold you 

and wish your tears away

like a flock of birds flying away.

My desire to wash your pain

is ambitious and unreasonable,

but it is my desire,

even for a moment

or an hour.

I want to hold fireflies in my palm,

so you could smile,

let them play hide and seek with you,

let you dream.

I want your wounded heart to heal

and find solace.

Like a flower 

let your petals of sorrow

shed into the wind.

Let the wind carry it

far away from you.

Let the seed of hope 

grow in your heart again.



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Questions

The trees whisper in the woods,

dancing to the sound of the wind.

The sun rose holding secrets

of the night.

My thoughts once raging,

left diluted by sadness.

Why do we have to lose

someone we love,

to celebrate our life,

to savor the days

and feel the joy in the simple and mundane.

We weather the storm

and extract wisdom 

from the lesson learned.

Why do we have to feel depleted

before we discover life again

and all it's wonder.

The wine glass half consumed,

winks back.

Life is not perfect,

life is not a Hallmark card.

Sometimes life is fought in trenches,

lines are blurred,

with sorrow comes rediscovery,

questions unanswered.

Slowly we sip the

other half.  

I want to thank all of you for your kind comments for Jacob and his family. I appreciate each and every one. Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Jacob

Your spirit will live in the woods,

running wild and free.

Your spirit will dance through 

the Sequoia trees.

Your spirit will shine

brightest among the stars.

Your spirit will frolic in

the waves of the ocean.

Your spirit will live in

the house you dwelt in

with your soul mate.

Your spirit will live in your daughters eyes.

Your spirit will live in green vineyards

under a turquoise sky.

Your spirit will live in vibrant

flowers blooming in the spring.

Your spirit will live in

everyone you touched,

your soul soaring high.

Goodbye my friend,

until we meet again.

My cousin Jacob passed away Saturday at 5 A.M.  Many of you sent prayers when I first posted this poem http://asunkissedlife-ayala.blogspot.com/2011/10/battle.html. He was a warrior that fought his battle bravely. He was a wonderful human being, a great husband and father. He touched people with his spirit and everyone gravitated toward his kindness and the light in his eyes. Our hearts ache for Rena, Dalia, and Stephanie, his wife and his daughters. Our hearts ache that he left all of us. He will forever be in our hearts.

May he rest in peace.