In the Light of Your Eyes

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Where does love dwell when shadows linger

within our frame?

Mostly within the holding moments,

the silence of embracing

and in the courage

to reach for each other’s hand

in the middle of the night,

and in the light

of your eyes My Love,

as we awake, being filled

with another sunrise.

 

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Even the Sun Surrenders

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Even the sun surrenders to the night,

as young lovers dream of colors streaming

through fountains,

and ducks nestle into their feathers,

while frogs take over the serenade.

A cloudless sky prepares

for the victory of fireflies

while the lake embraces

the reflection of stars

and the moon,

those softer lights. 

    

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Not All Warriors Are Healed

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Not all warriors are healed, having walked through the fire,

not all of them. It is in our spirits though where victory

is won. Only the brave can declare their freedom.

   

I found this post almost impossible to write. I should have written it days ago, but I did not have the words, and did not know even what my emotions were, and I still don’t. I am numb.

You see my wife has cancer again, the same one she had years ago. And this cancer has no cure. A bone marrow transplant helped her to live a lot longer than most people with this disease, and longer than doctors thought she would. She has a blood cancer, and a very tough one.

Yes, thank God she is still here on this earth. But she will have to be on chemo again, and then another, then another, until there are no more options. Right now, she is fighting some infections before she can even begin chemo.

I am right by her side. We have always been a team that cannot be broken, and we will continue to fight together. Is there any other way besides love? No, there isn’t.

We appreciate each of you, and we wish you peace.

     

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Watching You Sleep

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As I sit here watching you sleep I notice how you tuck your hand under

your chin, your soft brown arm folded gently

over the white blankets

and I’m struck by your beauty again,

your sculpted face,

the cheeks I’ve kissed

so many times

and I wonder

how the heavens ever survived

after you were sent to me.

 

She’s coming home today!! Wahoo!

She is still recovering, with strong medication but she can recover at home.

And we are waiting for the results of a biopsy, which to be honest is scary because of the fear of cancer.

We are so grateful for all of you! Thank you so much for your thoughts, prayers, encouragement, and well wishes! Your love and support have been amazing.

Thanks again, and peace to you!

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A Poem from the Hospital

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You always did give me light, from far away

as if the earth had not yet

discovered the light of love,

and yet your seasoning

as a warrior, seems

to overwhelm us

both at times,

and I can’t stand

to see your bed empty,

shedding your shadow

even though

you’re just down in X-ray.

   

Note: My wife is in the hospital right now with several health issues, none of them small, and all of them very difficult.

She is the bravest person I have ever met.

We would appreciate your positive thoughts and prayers. Thank you. 

P.S. I will probably post from my archives this week.

    

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The Mystery of You

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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

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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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