my spirit is insatiable, mine eyes never tired of
Nature’s intrinsic smile, my sensoria of smell,
touch and taste are never sated even as my time
for nocturnal rest arrives as my spirit remains
awake, heightened with delight by dreams
and like the tree and flower who remain awake
when all else are asleep, to embrace moon beams
as they do sunrays, for rivers still run and the ocean
tides still ebb and rise under the noir of night with
glistening energy from reflections of glittering stars
when a flower sleeps at the end of its season,
a bird flies o’er or a cloud soars by, we assume
the flower will grow next spring, that another
cloud will soar by and the bird will come back
to perch on the limb of a maple or oak
but when we lose a love one to heaven, the
loss leaves us so empty, we wish to see their face
one more time but we know this not to be, though
deep in our hearts and in our minds, we keep them
alive, hold onto the memory of their smile
we must shed tears from the depth of our soul,
not lose sight of their face, remembering their
gentle touch, how smooth and soft their skin, waft
of their hair, how deeply we loved and our hearts
feeling the beat of each other’s in a warm embrace.
This is dedicated to the nine who lost their lives in
the tragic helicopter crash, to the Bryant family,
to Kobe and Gianna and, also, in memory of those
who were also in the helicopter and tragically
lost their lives.
before these bags underneath mine eyes,
the wrinkles and the folds on my brow
before my two prosthetics, my displaced
shoulder and my broken digits on hands
and toes
before my shaggy white beard, the sparse
hair on my head covering where there is none
before the many days, months and years that
have passed me by, i was naïve, innocent,
i was young
and now i sit here, grateful for all this time,
this gift of life, mostly that i found you, my love
A sudden absence of something or someone we cherished and an unforgivable amount of time was spent taking it or them for granted. A sudden absence, manifesting in a gasp, a deep grasp for air to breathe, an abysmal void, then, an unrelenting sadness.
when my eyelids open this morn
does not mean i had been asleep
for my spirit never does nor does
my breath that breathes as the
wind blows and moon beams give
light to the night
the beating heart in me ceases not
for now and until it has walked on
the pathway that love has, it shall
beat in rhythm with the vibrations
of life for love never ceases to be
the aviary choir will awaken from
their nocturnal rest those who sleep
and excite the verve within to greet
the gentle beginnings of the day
