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Untitled A young woman with an old soul looks into the mirror. she sees not the glow of her youth... she sees not the rose of her yesterdays... she sees the anger of time, the lines of despair, the promise of rain. the mirror lies sometimes. and the soul willfully sees what the heart bears witness of. and so she weeps without tears... longing for her roses. Autumn Sun Autumn sun, melting radiant warmth across the apple of my cheeks. Fragmented air splinters into shimmering diamonds, descending through wind tossed leaves. The glitter, dusting my sleepy lashes. Squinting against the bright, searching..... ahhhhhh....sunset reds nutmeg browns determined greens goldenrod pumpkin and plum. Contoured and molded against the tree, I lay, content and drowsy at it's roots, welcoming the scent of crisp leaves, earth, and autumn sun. Moonbeam Playground Tonight, when the stars bow before my fancy, I shall dream the dreams I've yet to live. I will dance with the moon and sashay amongst the comet tails. I will reach out and pluck a falling star and together we shall orbit the sun. The planets be my playground, the universe my home. no fallen angel, no explorer of the unknown... just a child of imagination who dares to ride a moonbeam... Letting Go I'm tired of being strong I didn't ask to be in charge and I want to retire I'm more than happy to give up this assignment Lord, so if you could just see Your way to allowing life to let up on me a bit, I'd be most appreciative.... What ? What's that Lord ? You didn't put me in charge ? Well, who the hell did then ? Pardon my language, Lord...but you see, if I don't do it..it won't get done. If I walk away from the task, no one else will claim it. Tomorrow hasn't even arrived yet and already there's this list of.....what ? What's that you say, Lord ? I KNOW there are roses to smell and babies to be loved, I KNOW there are worlds to explore and sunsets to enjoy... but Lord ? When do I fit all those things into this busy schedule ? My roses need pruning and the babies need feeding and as far as the world is concerned, it would continue revolving whether I enjoyed another sunset or not. But that does sound rather nice.... Would that be okay , just for today, Lord ? I suppose a little happiness won't hurt me... maybe just one little walk in the park or a drive through the countryside... But Lord ! What if I get to liking all that and .....what ? You say it's okay to be happy ? I can put all my worries into Your hands and You'll take care of it ? I don' t know...you see, I've always been the one in charge...and...well, I guess if there's anyOne I can trust it would be You, Lord... Where am I going ?? For a stroll in the garden...want to come along ? I'm thinking we need to talk more often....... Childsong Whisper your secrets as you dance amidst the golden crowns of dandelions and wild violets, as you scamper through a wooded fairyland, playing hide and seek with friendly pixies.... Sing your own song as you swing above the branches of a fiery, red maple tree, back arching, toes stretching to touch a cloud, the wind be your playmate today.... Explore your world among the grasshoppers and shiny, green beetles, giggling, as the spotted ladybug tickles the fine hairs upon your arm... Grow child, go child into your sticky fingered, scabbed knee world. Go child, grow child into the gift you were born to be... hold tight, reach high, climb aboard and fly! UNTITLED The thought conceived I reach up and try to grasp the cryptic butterfly, but it won't be caught so easily. Flitting about inside my thoughts, teasing me with colorful words and inspiring images, the words come slowly, taunting... the ache to capture the beauty haunts me, ink runs through my veins and my soul bleeds upon the parchment. Crumpled thoughts litter the floor around me, draft upon draft marred with the stamp of discontent, scribbling,scratching, grasping pulling words from the air until, satisfied, I look down upon the infant verses, like a mother who has labored long and given birth to a new creation.... UNTITLED "my name is edward," he said. "it's a pretty day out, isn't it? i have no friends, no girlfriend." he frightened me and I avoided his eyes. "have you read the new book about weather? i like coffee, do you?" his questions shot out of him like a lawn sprinkler...oscilating one direction and then another. i shaved my head today", the bleeding scrapes upon his newly bald head gave witness to his testimony. "told my barber I would pay him eight bucks, but he said no. i hate hair," he said accusingly, wondering perhaps, that if a dinosaur dined upon my person, that the long, thick mane might choke the beast. he walked away as spontaneously as he arrived. i avoided edward. and he left. i began to wonder....how many edwards walk through life, desperately seeking and never finding ? THIS DAY This day as the sun kisses the hillcrests and the wind gently rouses the slumbering leaves, as my eyes wrestle to waken from invisible dreams... this day, I will breathe deeply and grow stronger on the unspoken promises the day holds out to me This day, I will reach out and take all that belongs to me, nothing more. I will accept all the offerrings of laughter, and love, and I will dance beneath the crimson of a setting sun, and I will smile. UNTITLED In my search to fill the emptiness within the sanctuary of my heart, I came upon you, by chance, in my journey. The bruise upon my soul was in dire need of your healing kisses. Sweet, intoxicating kisses that awakened a passion that had, I believed, died. Slumbering in my soul was a quiet spirit, afraid to venture a hopeful prayer of release, and now released dances with uninhibited joy. Drunk from the sweetness, she turns a jubilant pirouhette... UNTITLED Children... and extension of life. A branch-nay, a seed a fantasticc cosmic blooming within a mother's womb growing, pushing, coming forth into the world demanding learning tumbling into the weeds to catch a grassshopper tracing cloud patterns from a grassy recline overturning rocks...and hearts just try and catch this shooting star ! innocence and tears letting go first kisses and broken hearts the hope for a weary world... dreamers for the future...