God knows there would be times
we'd need a word of cheer
want the face of smile
to brush away our tears
...
I miss those blessed walks
down the dusty road with Grandma
to the grazing fields of Hlorve
where we’ll tether the sheep
...
my mother’s womb
is Noah’s Ark
in which I was saved.
...
sometimes our hearts should not beat alone
it needs someone whose presence
speaks to our grief, someone whose words
touches our souls already lost
...
the morning clouds have come
you were not in the shade
where were you
...
I want to tell my-story, our-story
not his-story stripped of my-story
I am going back to our-story
...
what happens to a dream deferred
does it dry up upon waking
like a stream in the desert
or does it fester and decay like meat
...
with nourishment and caring
flowers bloom in spring
from tiny seeds once planted
in the garden of our hearts
...
ever since we met behind the sheets of our eyes
in every breath I take in every step of the day
your presence lingers on the breast of my soul
and I feel the rhythm in my heart
...