She Wanted to Soar


She said she wanted to soar

to drift on a warm summer breeze.

How could I refuse such a request?

With grown-up hands a child-like plane I did craft.

The perfect vehicle to carry her anywhere her heart desired

for paper is all that is needed to carry a dream or a spirit.



The Words She Doesn’t Say

It’s been said

thought cannot exist

without words



the basis of thought

and language



Quick, think of something

anything at all

without thinking of the word for that thing


Can you?

Did you?



Maybe not


If the above is true

there is one thing I know

and it defies reason and logic


I hear the words she doesn’t say


The thoughts she has

without a single syllable or intonation


From miles away

yet they are clear to me

resonating in my head and heart


What a wonderful gift

we share, she and I


Without words

Our Own Music (A Duet)

We never said it would be easy

This life we’ve entered into

Both coming with armfulls of baggage

Both with bit of skewed view


We can handle all the baggage

What matters now is me and you

Apart, together in word and rhyme

We do the best that we can do


Making our own music

Dancing in our own time

Apart, together we go

Your hand holding mine


Hand in hand, heart to heart

Our thread and private tune

Cacophony of outside noise

To us is picayune


The slightest things in fact so great

When shared with generosity

All is great when affection blooms

This wonderful spontaneity


 So let the world throw its fit

It can’t affect the two of us

Focusing on each other’s face

To outside folly oblivious


Once again my dear partner, bruisedbelly at the Migraine Chronicles , has made this experience far more enjoyable than it would have been as a solo endeavor.  She is an incredible woman.  Please do yourself a favor and visit her page.  There is truly something there for everyone.   🙂



For some unknown reason

I’m drawn to this image

This soft unknown woman

And her warm haunting visage

She is no one I know

No recognizable feature

But again, I’m drawn to her

This beautiful creature

It could be quite possible

My mind knows the truth

That somehow I loved her

In long ago youth

A vestigial memory

I have not a clue

It could be this simple

She reminds of you




She Soars


She is hard on herself

yet inside she’s tender

Her own toughest critic

but will never surrender

No outside force

can cripple or bind

yet battles still rage

within her own mind

Somehow she prevails

with sweet stubborn grace

a stern look of whimsy

on her beautiful face

I stand here in awe

and watch her soar by

with full sated heart

a tear in my eye

NOTE:  I am quite aware of the disconnect in “a stern look of whimsy”.  If you knew her it would make complete sense.

Her Ring (Rose Quartz)

Rose Quartz

Given to her for strength

For balance

For peace

For love

My unconditional love, always

To help her love herself

Which I so desperately desired for her

And she so desperately needed

Custom designed specifically for her

Designed to calm her heart and mind

One of a kind for a one of a kind

Perfection on perfection

Once her source of comfort when we were apart

Now a source of pain and regret


Hidden in a dark box, alone

Waiting for her to see the truth

Though we were not meant to be

It’s meaning remains

Some day, in a quiet moment of solitude

She will slip it on her dainty finger again

Smile and remember

Unconditional Love

My lasting love for her

Her ring