A Secret

~ a quiet space

I’ll share a secret

There is magic in fairy tales

Cinderella, Merida, Belle and their sisters were not perfect in the beginning

They had to wander dark forests

Perfection does not make a story

It’s only a happy ending when you turn the last page.

~ Once Upon A Time

Fathers and Daughters

 

I’ll cradle you in my arms like a small child sleeping

Holding fast to your lost flesh

Your once muscular body, feather- weight, gone

Your heart beat, silent

As I carry your ashes home

Where is home?

An island, Vancouver, Toronto, Australia?

It is anywhere we were, anywhere we are.

 

It is time to set you free

To know with certainty, you’ll return

In a child’s gentle touch or a stranger’s crooked smile

In a fairy tale mention of an ever- after land

In a scotch and water moment.

 

I am resolute; I’ll find the perfect spot

To lay you down to rest

A place where first light surprises darkness

On the razor edge of time

When Moon kissed Sun.

 

A sturdy tree your marker, a shelter from the wind

Yes, I remember. You sailed through storms.

A tree trunk to support me

As I collapse into the folds

The strength I seek, not found

I loved this man who died.

 

My charm, a ruthless hunter

I wish you back to life

My arms an anchor hitch to hold your heart

I beg you, “Say it.”

Speak the words you kept from me

In turn I’ll share a moment

Of a time you slept unaware

I whispered in your ear,”You are a good man.”

I kissed your forehead

Walked into our good-bye.

 

You say, “Hush.”

Rain mixes with our tears; I bow my head and crumble

And tell you, the years have been long

That I miss us; I’m sorry and know that you are, too

I speak love over and over

Love. Love. Love.

Until we believe it

Until you show it

 

You’re not here.

 

My fingers claw the earth

To find each broken bit that was once you

I’ll assemble you from pieces, return you to the day

Hold on closer than before

I ask you, wait for me.

 

Time has made me wiser

Aware of all I’ve lost

So I’ll tuck you in a pocket

Make you of myself.

 

And when it’s hard to sleep

I’ll offer you back to the night

Toss you to the sky

Sing a lullaby to the stars: this man with the gentle soul,

bless his broken heart.

 

My words form our story

Tender lyrics soothe your soul

A song of mercy

Sung from the book of grace

And I won’t forget to finish that which you could not:

to remember to hold each other up.

 

You must leave

I hear the rustle of wings, marvel at your strength

You glance back, see me wave

Soar heavenward.

 

The eyes of the deer watch me

I close my eyes to pray

Lift my palms skyward and whisper,

“This is the holding of a father and his daughter.”

 

It is time to leave you

See. I am walking away with all of my strength

I am almost there.

 

I am singing. If you listen you will hear me.

x

 

~ Family

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hush

Sunday

Beyond her window, the world rests

Stone still

Hushed

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As snowflakes tumble

It’s quiet out there

Her eyes look up

For a moment

Imagines herself a child again

Hands raised

Twirling, wondering

beneath a halo of white

While the world stands

Stone still

Hushed

And it is achingly beautiful there.

 

 

Autumn Light

Kissed by autumn’s softened light

I sit at my desk

Writing, wondering

The moment simple, quiet

Surrounded by words and thoughts

Tucked away memories

A gentle sadness, softened by time

Rustles

As I cast a spell of silence and peace

 

The wind whispers your name

Rock a bye, rock a bye

Siren’s sing you home

Rock a bye, rock a bye

To a land suspended in time

Rock a bye, rock a bye

Hush your weary mind

Rock a bye, rock a bye

Do not fear the journey

The stars, your compass

 

Memories flutter like cranes

Lifted higher upon the wind

Your love is true

Rock a bye, rock a bye

Our souls shall meet again

On the other side of time

Rock a bye, rock a bye

 

 

 

beautiful words

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i want to write beautiful words

of moonbeams mingling with starlight

inky skies awash in an infinite universe

of glistening raindrops slipping

a baby’s nuzzle

of gentle hugs for fractured hearts

only speak beguiling words

of enduring promise

for a collective world

of empathy and oneness

sing lilting cradlesongs

of an endless lullaby

 

I want to write beautiful words

But my heart is weary

 

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I stepped through the forest and stood at the edge of a pond

The surface rippled forth to kiss my feet

Unexpected, a flash of red

A black swan glided, weightless upon opaque waters

 

Slowly it circled

Majestic, proud, head held high

Enchanted, I stood.

As if illustrated on the pages of a fairy tale.

 

 

 

 

I Remember

I remember you.

A father and my rock

“Let’s go,” you said.

Long car rides, the songs we sang off-key.

Rebels in the wind

I remember.

 

I remember you.

Reaching for the dial

Slam up the volume

Me. Switching the station to Jim Morrison’s lyrics

Rebels in the wind

I remember.

 

I remember you.

The rock candy laughter Saturdays

The ocean we sailed

The campfires and crab shucks on the beach.

Rebels in the wind

I remember.

 

I remember you.

Once lost, then found anew

Your lowered mortal head

The words you spoke, wary, shielded, and broken

Rebels in the wind

I remember.

 

I remember you.

Late- nights under glittering stars

The biting scent of cigar

“Sit awhile,” you said. Together wrapped in silence.

Rebels in the wind

I remember.

 

I remember you.

Your compassion and your wit

Where have you disappeared?

A presence sensed; hidden, you pace alongside me.

Rebels in the wind

I remember.