Everything.

This is no game

As everything stays the same.

On a cloudy day

As everything stays a shade of grey.

Perhaps a small light

As everything stays in the shadowed night.

Could we finally see

As everything fights to be free.

We shake our weary heads

As everything sinks with the weight of lead.

Is there a pinch of hope

As everything dangles on the frayed rope.

I will air on the side of caution

As everything waits on the revelation.

I believe in you

And everything we all can do.

Faith to the many who pray

For everything and one bright day.

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We are stronger.

In the darkest hour

We stand hand in hand

With the loss of life

We hold on to hope

We shed tears with the lost

We stand against the dark

We show strength in our prayers

For the ones that lost their life

This makes us fight back

In our hearts and our minds

To be a light in humanity

And not get swallowed by the dark.

We are stronger.

A Canopy of Stars

She woke under a canopy of stars, each one blinking with as much surprise as she. Her hand touched the soft grass beneath her, a breeze caressed her face as it raced across the meadow. She sat up letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The moon was full and the sky clear. She was in a meadow surrounded by trees. It was as if mother nature had built a castle just for her. She heard some rustling now and then as small rabbits or frightened mice moved through the grass.

She looked down at herself and could barely make out a floral house coat. Not a robe but something more substantial. Her hair was dark in the moonlight and her hands seemed so much younger than she remembered. A noise across the meadow made her look up and a large stag broke through the treeline. He was huge and muscular. His crown of bone as long as he was tall. He was magnificent and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She stood up slowly. She didn’t want to spook the grand king of this wood. As she did the King moved toward her. He raced quickly from the wood to her in seconds, stopping five feet from her. She saw into his black eyes. They seemed as clear as the purest crystal. She kept still slowly reaching out her hand. To her surprise the King knelt before her and let her touch his proud nose. Her smile was a big as the swelling in her heart as she heard a soft voice somewhere far away.

In the white room the machines beeped and growled. Wires winding across the tiled floor to the single bed. Sitting on the bed was a young girl, no more than seven. She clutched onto a piece of paper that she held up to show the woman lying still beneath her.

“And see Nana. It’s so beautiful here and the King comes to say hi. He is a good King…so gentle. He will let you pat him and you won’t hurt anymore. I love you Nana.”

The girl lay back against the woman, still holding up the picture of a meadow, under stars, with the King standing proud.

Light of you.

Like a flicker in the night

your eyes seemed to sparkle

your smile seemed to shine

your skin glowed

your breath a ribbon of light

your hair like sun rays

your touch flashed lightning

and the dark was gone

no need to hide

no need to worry about monsters

no blindness for the sightless man

no whispers never heard

no tears drying in the sand

the light of you

made me soar.

 

Mommy.

Your hand was strength,
Your smile my sun,
Your night-time stories,
Made imagination fun.

Your positive view,
Making all just right,
Your arms around me,
Making the dark so light.

You chased away monsters,
You made bully’s tears go,
You were my defender,
and let your love show.

When I was older,
You still stood beside,
Even when I was lost,
With you I could never hide.

Now you and I are older,
And I have children of my own,
You are always my mommy,
Thank you for what you have shown.

Happy Mommy’s Day.

xxoo

Circle.

What does it mean when the sun sets.

The day says goodnight,

The Night says hello,

The sky turns to dark,

And the moon comes to play.

What does it mean when the moon retreats.

The night ends its reign,

The day is born again,

The sky returns to blue.

And I marvel at this world,

The cycle and the turns,

From day to night,

Then night to day,

What a life from dark,

To brightest golden ray.

 

A moment of silence.

It was almost too quiet, no wind or traffic noise, just me staring at an intersection that seemed frozen in time. The sky was dark and full of stars, even with the artificial light shining from lampposts and neon clad store windows. Yet here was a silent peace, a break in the reality of a city night. No cars or humans, no strays or distant roars.

It was a perfect moment that made me hold my breath to ensure it was complete. 1….2….3….4….
I counted as my lungs began to burn. I strained to let the silence live. It was enough to bring a tear. I felt it roll down my cheek, but I made no movement to wipe it away. I dared not, nothing should interrupt this briefest of joys. I stood swaying as the oxygen left my blood, the light-headed dizziness hitting me. I held on…and all went dark.

I awoke to a small crowd of drunken Samaritans. Stooped over me like concerned Grandmothers. They slurred words of encouragement as I ignored their concern. I heard cars and the rush of wind. I heard planes and horns, sirens and screams. I stood and brushed away the human noise, I  ran…to find the silence, to find a moment that would never be again.

I haven’t stopped running.