A Revelation

It is six a.m.; the quietest time of day

It’s when I think of you

 

The light is softer

Cinematic and still, encouraging and lovely

Coaxing me to chase memories

 

I spent all these years waiting for a hero

And even in the most difficult chapters of my life, I believed

Someone else should hold the power

 

It is six a.m.; the quietest time of day

Silence reveals a beautiful Truth-

You have always had the strength to save yourself.

 

 

Wonder

Pay attention, darling.

Pause in the slightest movements of the universe, the subtle nuances, the unexplained happenings that you call, “lose threads.”  Like a ball of tangled yarn, these very moments twist and turn, specific to you, alone.

Pay attention, darling.

Stand brave and alone at the crossroad of life. Stay unflinching on the page. Allow the truth of time to heal you. When tears fall like rain, know that the seeds of joy awaken to see you smile again.

 

Known as Athena, she holds a vessel of ancient wisdom, beyond that which we could ever know. Trust her vision for you.

Pay attention, darling.

Trust the journey you’re on

As she knits the story of a beautiful life.

 

 

Currency

The value isn’t in the object. It is in the human story attached to it. The worn chair, the chipped saucer, a silver fork, her oil painting, a skeleton key, a one-eyed bear, a favourite find, a worn photograph. The memory is tactile, visual, and fraught with emotion.

Love. This is the currency to value.

love is the currency

~ Ikea.com

Tillago 20 piece flatware

 

 

Charming

Charm me, darling

Perchance I forget

 

“Behind every song is an untold story,” he said.

With a gentle nudge

He whispered, “Come dance.”

 

The notes began from silence

And in the still, I fell

Drunk on him

 

Time signatures filled the room

Apollo cradled Calliope

As the music played on

 

Lyrics overtook me

Words slipped like honey from my tongue

I spoke

Of never-ending summers

Starry nights, we chased till dawn

Of sea shells and ocean waves

A siren’s lilting song

Candle lit moments

Before time left me wondering,

Is there any poetry left?

 

He pulled me closer

As the music played on

 

Music painted on silence

Gave wings to my soul

Strong magic

Lifted me from the ashes

 

He kissed my broken

Poured the poetry back in

As the music played on

 

~ Apollo and Calliope

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Queen

Forget gold.

Give her love

Fleet and fierce

Defend her heart

Pull the daggers from her back

Be a Storm Watcher

Give her shelter

Brush the snowflakes from her tangled hair

Speak words that matter

Honest and true

Have a heartbeat that quickens

at a fingertip’s touch

Give her love

She is worth your time.

~ Lyrics and Leather