A blush…
Hands glide over silken skin
As eyes touch
With the knowledge of
Ancient souls
Meeting their mate for the
First time.
A kiss…
The slow passion that
Merges one person
With another
Along a tempestuous
Journey of the heart
And mind.
A breath…
Leaving the body
In reminder that
Once the physical
Bonds are broken
So much more
Shall remain…
–13-Nov-2000
(27 years old)
100 days until
we meet again.
My eyes close as
Exquisite memories engulf me…
Your breath whispers against my cheek.
Your lips ghost along my jaw.
Anticipation pushes the air from my lungs.
They are tight, and I open my eyes to
Glance longingly over at the
Calendar on my desk.
100 days…
09-05-01
In and out…
Your soft breath tickles my faces
As I lay here listening.
Each quiet breath a joy
In its simple necessity,
Just laying here in the dark.
In and out,
And with each breath
The love in my heart expands.
I lay here and marvel in it,
Take solace in it–
Find peace.
And you, my sweet boy,
All warm with sleep,
Just breathe.
GSS May 2020 – Draft
Words are such a strange thing.
What is in a word that gives it
Such power…
How can one such thing hold
The meaning of a kiss
In its outreaching hand, just a breath
From your lips, and yet,
In the next moment, be once again
A simple word
Filled with innocent effervescence.
We wield words with abandon;
Tossing them about here and there
Giving them freely with little
Acknowledgement or even awareness of the
Consequences,
Repercussions,
Power,
That they can wield.
And as always more words to follow.
Want
Wield
Wait
Watch
Will
Wander
Wonder
Wish
Words.
G. S. Skye, 2006/2018
It was your birthday today…
Instead of grief
I celebrated;
Life,
Friendship…
Eternity in a grain of sand…
The flames of your hair cascaded through my hand.
Wherein this love my hope does lie
Within a child’s breath, sweet whisperers fly.
Grieve no less, yet, fear no more.
My heart allows a simple joy.
Such a friendship in childhood made
That even death does naught to fade.
It was your birthday, today,
As well as the day you died.
Yet, now I see,
As long as I live,
Breathe,
And Hope,
You are still alive in me.
It was ten years ago, today…
And yet, instead of grief,
When I raised my glass to you
I celebrated;
Life,
Friendship…
Eternity in a grain of sand…
Your laughter, your fierce friendship,
A choice of family, binding so many of us
Together even after you’ve gone.
Grieving gave way to healing time
Our hearts are allowed the simple joy
Of knowing the mark upon us you made
That even death didn’t fade.
So, as I drink this scotch, tonight,
And through the momentum of life
Your memory has remained vibrant within me.
We see that as long as we continue forward,
As long as I remember to
Live, Breathe and Hope
Within my heart friendship survives.
2009/2011
For ELN
The same dance we’ve always had
In the morning and before going to bed
Each step mapping out a certain choice;
As the time draws near I lose my voice.
Where will we be months from now?
When you have found your new niche, tell me how
To form a different sort of connection, still.
Can you feel the gentle bending of my will?
Will you miss me when you’re gone?
Shall the season pass till it has been too long?
And when memory serves us bittersweet,
Will you fall away leaving us so very incomplete?
And yet, as the path of fate looms before me
I know the changes will bring to me,
Chances I might have never known.
But I still wonder, will you miss me when you’re gone?
2001
The warmth encompasses me and holds me close
Tight within the arms of awareness, and
Humbling in the sincerity of tenderness.
A candle flickers
Bringing within its light your gentleness.
The slight curve of your face,
The edge of your smile,
Draws me in
As you look down at me with sleepy eyes.
Within those eyes I see trust,
And faith in a self I am unsure of.
Yet it is there, that simple truth,
That absolute belief of someone, me,
To achieve a greatness I have only imagined.
Within your arms, the possiblities are endless…
And I can dream.
2009
Growing up we read the fairy tales, and
Dreamt of a lady and lake.
Visions of knights valiant in mail
Charging down a winding path
Excited our imagination
As mists floated at the river’s edge.
Whispers of adventure’s pledge were
So close you could feel it
Swirling around you with poignant destiny.
How does one tell a person
That you admire their very soul?
It is not a dress to say
“Oh how pretty’
Oh, No.
It is not even a deep baritone voice
That trembles throughout your very being
As the notes lift your mood to something manageable,
In times of stress and trial.
Though almost like that.
How do you explain that the words spoken
Open a window to that soul,
Touching something so deep within you?
That you feel as though you have been given
A piece,
Ever so slight –
something to ponder–
Before you hand it back,
And smile.
Here.
Now.
Years later when time has faded
All the childhood dreams have turned somewhat jaded
You stand tall, vibrant and true,
So much, like in the fairy tales we once knew.
So, again, how do you
Remind them, that, even with a distance long
And time that moves so fast,
That every day you still are inspired.
The answer, I find,
Is simple and complex and true:
Love.
Love of family,
Love of Spirit and Soul.
You have stood strong,
Been bent, but not broken,
Determinedly carving your way
To your own personal destiny.
Love fills my heart to each time I see
My own true Guenevere charging forward
Mighty and ethereal, as the Lady,
Mother, Friend, and Priestess
I have always known you to be.
The sounds and smells
Reminded me of my childhood;
Days amongst my
Fathers’s students.
The laughter over the cooking
As I struggled to learn
Foreign names.
Rich spice permeated the air
Surrounding us
Even as we stepped
Off the bus.
Scents of welcome
Wafting by on the breeze
As the silk ribbon
Dances in my hair.
Would that the warmth of my thoughts be strong enough to warm my hands;
The light of a distant lantern flickers across the snow covered fields.
They are desolate in their beauty, and beckon to me…
Oh for a candle that burns so bright
Giving warmth, comfort and light
And as the wind sways the trees
It calls me forth and whispers to me.
And yet,
It is cold outside and I find no comfort
In the bitter winds that make the trees dance
To an unspoken tune. Suddenly, the crack of a limb
Echos like thunder and is falls down to the ground.
The noise so fierce it startles me here
As I sit by the dormant fire.
Wishing for a flame, hope or desire
To unburden my troubles and fears.
And then there’s the creak of the door in the back.
It opens, and the shuffle of feet reaches my ears.
I turn on my stool by that un-burning fire and sigh in frozen relief.
