How is having something like this
sneaking up on you GOOD?
I certainly didn’t’ expect it.
Are not these things
supposed to slam into you?
Instead, it sauntered up quietly
with a gentle hand
and wrap you carefully in his arms
until you suddenly realized–
Even though you are miles away
you feel like you have come home.
And you still feel the warmth of his embrace.
1998
(25 years old)
I long to love you
And let you love me.
To have you so close… close enough to touch…
To wake up with you beside me
When dawn starts to appear.
The time has come, though,
Where night draws near.
And with the fading shadows
I think of you and my past
Haunts me…
My hope for us runs thin.
But, I won’t give up that small glimmer
That says we will continue together
To share our hopes and dreams again.
I want us to again to weep,
To cry, to rail against all, and…
To laugh together– experience joy.
I wish for this
Because life means nothing
Without love and trust, together with
A hope and a Dream…
*excerpt of longer 1989 version, revised 12/1992
Waves flood against my soul
Caressing the pounding of my heart.
As it beats to an ancient hymn,
I feel myself tumbling gently
Off a cliff.
Over I fall to the depths
Of an ocean where I have never been,
Or even glimpsed.
Falling down, tumbling really,
To the soft, welcoming ground.
The rhythm awaits me with open arms.
It wraps around me like gentle breeze
On a warm spring day,
Filtering through the realms of possibility
With nature’s sweet music singing.
Such songs barely compare, however, to
The music of my heart.
12/6/1992
(19 years old)
