How far the heart

Signs that lead
to here and there
skies slow to rise
lazy sun under cover
dew lays light on painted white
as I hear your voice
how far the heart.
A new day dawns
with waited breath
I sit alone with words
a happy song in my mind
I awoke to the silence
so far away
missing you.
How far the heart
that sign not there
an addition I think
would say “everywhere”
but I walk in the quiet
as you drive on
the distance so far
but I still feel you here
within my soul
good morning love
wish you were here.

Journey

Dark skies greet
The tired mind awakes
Silhouette of buffalo
Reflected by the red tail lights
Moving forward to the field
Skies alive with white haze plumes
Time to move
Like cattle through the chute
Forward to the opening
Heading to the sun.
Land of colors waiting
Friends I’ve yet to meet
They wait there on the sand
Joyous sounds to hear,
Another world
Another place
Solitary figure emerges
Time to move
One step
Two step
The breeze keeps calling
Keeping the beat of the heart
In rhythm of the moment
Heading to that place
The island of bliss
Yet finding I leave a piece behind
Missing you
See you soon
The time is now
To fly.

Thoughts as I wait to board my plane to Key West, missing my love already yet excited for the adventures that await.

Things my cats thinks…..I think

No matter how much we fight, when its chow time peace can be had (but only for the fancy wet food of course)
If I wants of sit on the antique table, by golly, I will….until you see me of course.
If I want to sleep on the bed and roast you out, you will let me….because as you struggle to free yourself, I will plant my claws in to keep you from falling out….even if it happens to draw blood.
I will lick the top of your beer can and you will relish the very fiber of the hair I leave there.
I will learn to open any and all drawers, especially the bathroom and pull out your personal products at two am and throw them around the floor. Maybe you will even find some cat hair on them too. My token gift to you.
I will toss up a hair ball or the food I just wolfed down, whenever and wherever I feel like it, especially into the cold air return grate just to watch you have to dig it out.
I will sleep in your clothes drawer if you’re stupid enough to leave them open and black clothing is what I like to lay on the most.
I will get into your closet when you’re gone and pull myself up to hide even if it means a few pulls in the silk…um…not sorry by the way.
I will meow and ring the bells to be let out (it’s funny, the dog never caught onto that trick but I think I’ve aced the lesson)…just so you can let me back in a minute later as I stare through the window from the cold outdoors like the little match girl. Don’t you feel bad now? Can I go out again?
I will lay on the floor in the dark so you stumble on me, when I cry out you will feel bad and that makes me happy…but I like it best on the stairs so that I can see the look on your face as you catch yourself from falling….I’m kind of evil that way.
I will let you pet me just a few times, then I will bite you just because.
I will hang my butt out of the litter box and hit the floor with kitty cookies just so you get some exercise cleaning up after me.
You will hang up your clean laundry, or I will be forced to sleep on it just to teach you that these things need to be tended to promptly.
I don’t CARE if the mouse trap catches more than me, does a mouse keep you warm at night? Hmmmm, does it????
To teach you proper grooming skills, I will roll in the burdocks and mat my fur up just so you can try to cut them out with the scissors as I try to bite you. I’m like a live blood and guts video game…can you master your scissors with dexterity and speed….well can you punk?
I find nothing more fun than running away on the day we have a vet appointment so you can stress out and as soon as you call them and cancel, maybe I will show up…but maybe not till after the appointed time.
Do NOT thaw the turkey in the sink for the holidays. I find it just too tempting while you are at work and your cooking is just too awesome that I feel the need to taste test it in case it’s poisonous ahead of time. Ok, I know it’s not but I need an excuse right?
Besides, that plastic bag is no match for my fangs.
I’m sorry I let you know of my utter distaste for the new couch by clawing the crap out of it when you were gone for the day. I don’t care how much you threaten to remove my toes….I know you won’t …next up, the matching chair….
If you die in your sleep, I will fight off the dogs to feast on you first because I love you. (Okay…I’m just guessing at that one).
I’m sorry I climbed on the roof to meow in the window at you through the screen (at two am) while you slept…I was hungry and you looked like you weren’t doing much so why not? Okay, not sorry…
Did I mention just how much I like your plants? I think I’m a budding artist with the abstract colors of green bits and stems strewn about the carpet. Pretty, don’tcha think?
Make sure you empty the small garbage cans too while you’re at it as I enjoy climbing in them at night, they’re like my personal plastic fort…so I have to empty all the contents on the floor so I fit. Besides, more exercise picking up q tips and Kleenex is good for you..I even helped shred that Kleenex to give you extra bits to pick up.
I’m sorry the neighbor dog scared me two stories up the pine tree in that winter storm so that you had to get the BIG ladder to try to reach me after being up there for hours and hours but you were such a good coach that I managed to learn how to get back down all by myself….hey, you tried so credit for that. That ladder looked pretty heavy as you draagged it through two feet of snow too.
No matter what I do, the names you call me, I know you still love me…at least I think so.

Magical places

In the depths of the night
In a faraway place
Dreams and wishes collide,
Forest of emerald welcome
The joyous sounds
Of friends and creatures
In celebration
Of all that is.
A beautiful place
The stars shine so brightly
Competing with the sun that shines
As twinkling lights of faeries
Play on the whisper of wind.
She comes to me here,
Her hooves silently approach
With a nuzzle of hello
She sets the atmosphere aglow
Magnificent white
Oh how she shines
With eyes that hold depths unknown
To mortal man,
She is the bringer of truth
The deliverance of hope
And the dreams of lightness and bliss,
She bestows on us all that is good
And welcomes those who believe
With a soft whinny
Her words she speaks
We understand
As we learned them as children
Yet somehow, every once in a while,
Needing to be reminded
Of the gift of magic and whimsy,
Of the precious gifts
Of friends.

To remembering that magic is always there, just not always seen. Close your eyes and believe and happiness and joy will find you with a smile.

Seasoned

A wise sage told me
There’s never enough thyme to
Watch the basil grow.

Lemon grass dries crisp
Thirst quenched with citrus nectar
Summer memories.

Mint of mojito
Glass sweating icy tears wet
Puddles on table.

Honey chipotle
Hot sweetness of love on fire
Your touch seasons me.

Thoughts on a day spent in the kitchen, cheese bread warms on rack, pot roast cooking, wine chilling and friends arrive soon. Peace and blessings for a seasoned day.

Steps

A thought becomes
The dream it was
All it desired
Start at the beginning
Step by step
Moving forward
Slow to fast
Running free
Into the truth
Of the possibilities.
Beneath the sun
The picture in my mind
So clear
Wondering why now
Does it stand out so strong
This is the path to walk
And taking the step
We move towards tomorrow
A heart light
We rush with arms open
Embracing
The dream come true.

Morning thoughts filled with the smile of manifesting dreams and the universe that provides all we desire, all we dream, and all that is meant to be.

Searching

Stepping through pages
History and time
Written thought of
An imagination sublime,
Lands of afar
Filled with magic and charm
Takes me away as each page turns
Picturing self-moving effortless
Through forests and waters
Sights so beautiful to behold,
Castles and people
The colors alive
Forever within
This place we can hide.
Through the windows of souls
Enchanted love we behold
Of princes and Knights
Of evil and bliss
And maidens who wake
With the touch of a kiss,
In minds little spaces
We crawl in to hide
To reach for the dreams
To keep hope always alive.

Photo found at:
http://studiounderthemoon.deviantart.com/art/Land-of-Fairy-Tales-386055274

Illuminated yesterday

In dreams the songs play
Transistor radio
Of a child
Hearing a favorite song
Feeling the simple joy
The happiness given birth
By the new
The different.
Lights in the darkness
Battery runs to give sound
To the silence
Drowning out the storm
The winds that howl
Diminished
Covered.
A candle flickers
Illuminating the smiles
Of a child
Rocking to the music
Dancing to the tune
Music of the heart fills the space
Between waking and dreaming
Carrying me back to yesterday
To wake with the words
From yesterday alive
On the top of my tongue,
A song in my mind
To light my day.

Wilderness

Dreams of colors
Jungles filled
Abundance of bliss
Into the wild
Of a midnight escape.
Lush greens embrace
The silent soul
Embraced by the light
Of a fading sun
I live.
Wild sounds of passion
The trees alive in motion
Teeming with sights
Blinding colors
Call to me.
I walk alone this path
Through varying shades
In tune with the heartbeat
Pulsating and alive
Into the wild.
Shadows stream through
The lofty boughs
A canopy of flowers and scents
Intoxicating I lay back
Grounded by life
Energy vibrates
All I am.

Layered

One upon another
Each dream stacked
Like books on a shelf
Layered in order
Of feeling and size.
Skies so thick
Like honey so smooth
Translucent stars lined
One by one like dominos
Falling off of the edge
Lemmings to the sea.
Nameless faces moving
Forward in silence
Wrapped in coats of blue
Smallest to tallest
Holding hands like a ribbon
Seen from afar
I wondered where they were going
But felt no need to join
Sitting on my hill watching
Waving in the summer sun
Content to just be
Apart with my thoughts
Pondering the layers
Of sleep.
Waking to the darkness
Eyes moving slowly
Blinking back the cobwebs
Rising to the day
Wood in to the fire
From stacks on the floor
Cold to warmth
Sleep to wake
Night to morn.