My Dearest, Truly your face is continually before me. In my dreams I see you, In my waking moments I think of you, In my music I hear your voice.
To My Deceased Husband
Life down here is such a drag Without having you to nag; I wish you’d come back down below So I could once more say “Hello.”
Someday
Foamy water laps my feet as if to say hello Wet sand crunches and shifts beneath my weight Your sweet voice sings to me...
Privileged Hands
Privileged hands these Which utter things My tongue may not tell
Sensing the Sea
She gazed upon the backdrop, bright With hues of sky-blue-pink, And wandered, hardly knowing quite Where each new step would sink. The warm wind tossed her auburn hair, Dropped salt upon her lips, And brought to her the fragrant air, As if on laden ships. She paused a while and tuned her ear Toward the …
Star Light
Star light, star bright, I wish upon this star tonight....
Garden of Dreams
Cultivating thoughts nurturing meditations my garden of dreams
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