"Inspired by a visit to Black's Beach and based on the Twelve Days of Christmas"
This is inspired by what I saw hanging from a palm tree at San Diego’s Black Beach during a recent visit, and is based on the traditional holiday song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” I hope everyone enjoys it as...
Today is the day of celebration, Where people gather together to feel love, A year of firsts and lasts is almost over, And giving and receiving takes place. Some people may wake up to joyous laughter, Some people may way...
Treading in the lakeListening for a soft whisper To drift over the horizon Until it reaches its breaking crescendo And echoes through the hills and valleys You feel powerless I am consumed by you Wanting to immerse myself In all...
"Not being able to be together on Christmas Day."
I wake up This Christmas morningYou're beside meIn my parallel world Still asleepYour hair tousledOver your bare shoulderYour breathing softA slight glow on your faceFrom our night before I smile at the memory Of who we were, At the warm comfort Of who...
"A dream that came true"
It’s late at night here at home, When suddenly I felt so all alone. “Nothing to do”, I heard myself say, Might as well just call it a day. As soon as I’d laid down on my bed, Strange thoughts...
I wonder if she notices, In certain times when darkness softens And the hard edges of silence Turn our whispers crystalline When she curls my body Into the silk parenthesis of her arms Laying tiny rivers of breath on my...
When I wake up, I find my eyes searching, Longing for the eyes that make it okay, My hazel eyes looking for your chocolate brown. When I wake up, I find my fingers wishing, Wanting your hair to curl softly...
Shall I desist and let it go,or should I beg on bended kneeto be forgiven.For what, I ask it over and over again,and still no answer comes,none makes sense.Hard to comprehend,hard to decide,knowing I have done nothing,and yet,I did somethingelse...
If the moment arrives where our hands unclasp, I would rather see you leave without a word, to never once glance back at the embers covering me as you exit.I would memorize everything,dissect every syllable and pause when your eyes...
I'll hear you calling out to me no matter where I am, the voice that can pass through walls, flicker among the candle's glowing wick before spreading deep below to crack through winter's ice. Marking the places we've imprinted entire...
