The sun says hello with a warmth
and sincerity she’s not felt in months.
He’s back now from the President’s war,
...
My Diana, just 18 months old and
full of energetic, boundless horizons...
I call to her, “Come here, Little Life.”
...
It was your warm lips that smiled and invited.
Good fortune had I, when into your
arms I alighted.
...
Two wounded souls,
seeking... longing...
an unexpected moment...
...
I have no answer, no solution, no absolution
if you will, to ease your loss, your yearning.
If only your heart was as easily closed as
the doors he slammed in your face.
...
She says such things to me...
My disbelieving ears wrestle
with her words...
...
Your spirit... a season that
blossomed in my heart.
My heart remembers...
...
Is there time to consider...
Are you that pleasant unknown?
Are you one of Frost’s roads
...
The water kettle beckons.
She gets my special mug
and nestles it next to hers.
...
When you drew near, something most strange occurred.
Mundane happenings gone astray; simple things, as it were.
'Perfectly normal, ' you assured. 'Still your mind, trust your
heart, it will surely endure.”
...