The way home…

You are a long way from home, but I will find you and show you the way back…you belong where love reigns supreme, where you don’t have to think of happiness only in dreams. I have tied ribbons in the forest, your favorite color; purple, that way you will know it is me trying to guide you back to safety, back to me…I love you.



Yellow flower petals


….the minutes are like years and my tears are as heavy as raindrops; falling and healing at the same time. Waiting for the clock to chime, waiting for the end of this bittersweet time. I think of holding you so close to my heart…kissing your eyelids as you sleep. No more tears of sadness, only joy. I think of seeing your face and hearing your sweet voice and the choice I have made to love you over and over again.

Gazing inside

Don’t get caught up with me, I might take you away to a place where nothing has to be explained; only felt. Don’t settle for me, because I may plan a trip to see the sea, no worries, just you and me. I will pack wine, fancy napkins, fruit and croissants; because I know that’s what we enjoy. Leave me be, or I may gaze at you as you sleep every night, falling asleep myself to the sound of your breath; my lullaby. I will end up falling in love with your energy; the way I SEE you. How you speak to me enthralls me, screams directly into my soul; so still but so loud that I can feel it every time. The Sunshine appears blissfully at the corners of your mouth, I can always feel your smile. So warm, so healing…If you are afraid, tell me now; I swear thinking of you, of us has the potential to make me insane. Insane with the desire to create what I daydream of…


Walk away from me now or you may not ever…

Moonlighting and a poem

Poetry found me…lying naked in the moonlight, waiting for insight to kick in. It is deep within that all the answers reveal themselves…kind of like old books on dusty shelves which haven’t been read in years. Isn’t it something how words can evoke emotion, bring you to tears? Have you ever read something and cried because you felt like the words were all about you? Have you ever fell in love and just knew it was true? A poem took me by the hands and kissed me softly, held me close and just let me be…