Keeping Appointments with the Moon

The moon’s on duty and wondering yet again why I’m visiting. Sleep should’ve happened long ago. The familiar tug of heavy eyelids and frustration. It wasn’t the lack of trying that concluded in no success. Trying was the consistent part, sleep wasn’t keeping its appointment. And here we are revisiting late night expressions via posts,

Maybe tomorrow

Today would’ve been the perfect day to receive a surprise of a top notch penthouse hotel room and flight to another city during the week and not on the weekend. Today would’ve been the perfect day to be gifted an iMac in the biggest screen that it is made in along with a yellow and

Addiction

Checking and rechecking until the next fix Trying to find other things to do that may replace the cravings Devouring everything that crosses my path It’s not what I’m seeking and what I need Hungry for more and eager to see Will it surface this hour or the next Or will I have to continue

A Special Place

This is the place… A place where fear has never resided. A place where wishes have always been wrapped in love and the things that make couples continue to hold hands when the vision to see those hands has long passed continues to breathe life into the atmosphere… This is that space. It’s the place

Maybe

Maybe you read each and every post and I’ll never know… Maybe you had a day that broke your heart, well, I hope tomorrow is better… Maybe our last conversation sits on your mind because there’s so much more to learn but instead silence… Maybe you won the lottery and have been wondering how to

Uncaged

Allow the silence to linger in the air Refuse to wonder about the here or there Melt in the bliss of each breath you feel Each cycle allowing all of you to heal Unknown where this writing will go Plant a seed.. you never know With each word, sharing a piece of me Nothing like

Sprouts

There’s something sprouting Watered by years of dreams and tears Unyielding pursuits and misunderstandings Lives laid to rest upon the plight There’s something sprouting What will it yield? And who will be blessed to glean Still sowing with the reward unseen No hope has been lost The journey wages on And though the unknown is