The Mystery of You

When we are talking, and I look at your hair,

the mystery deepens.

How can the world be in

a few strands, of black and grey,

with a little bit of brown?

How can one set of eyes, hold

so many answers, give so many clues,

so that the world makes sense?

I wonder,

how can skin be so soft,

so intoxicating,

so exhilarating, when I hold you?

Listening to you breathe,

hearing your heart,

50+ years, and still holding the fire,

still climbing mountains,

still conquering galaxies,

how do you do it?

May I always be worthy,

of your love.

 

Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015

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They Still Remember

The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair

the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands

in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him

pink petals floating, swirling around

their heads, landing so beautifully

so gently, barely touching

as they gave each other

their greatest gifts

their hearts,

underneath the cherry trees.

Yes, they still remember.

      

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The Healing is Not Far Away

When a cherry blossom stuns us with her beauty

capturing our hearts

we know the healing

is not far away.

Do you feel loved today?

    

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Love Still Lingers

The simple yet sacred truth living

within the heart of a tulip

is that love still lingers,

flows within our beings

carrying us

far beyond the darkest ruins

of our world,

until we are refreshed.

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To Hold Her Hand Again

It was when he reached for her hand that her blushing began,

and he was never afraid, he never

pulled back,

from her shaking spirit

instead

embracing her until

the waves of fear passed away.

She surrendered

to his courage,

but they both surrendered really.

He never regretted his dedication

to her, instead he lived for her smile,

and for the chance

to hold her hand again.

     

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It Was Very Good Indeed

And the Lord God saw that His children were discouraged, divided

and some confused, so He spoke into the soil, breathed

into the air, and called forth the rain. And soon

hope came displayed in green plants, with daffodils,

tulips, and even the great chorus of azaleas.

And smiles returned to all the people,

so God saw that it was good,

it was very good indeed.

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The Promise of the Cherry Blossoms

As I sense the menacing gaze of the winter ghoul

refusing to yield 

I walk against howling wind,

having seen the promise

of the cherry blossoms

so I walk now in the strength

and in the power of hope

that yes

there will be a spring

sometime

this year.

    

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