Through laughter and tears (an ode to friendship and writing)

In between a thought and the sentence read,

there is a voice in this world

who captured the secrets of you and I,

who has hung the story out on their sleeve

and somewhere caught in the middle 

I thought I heard my name,

It told me of life, of those forgotten yesterdays.

The days I see when I close my eyes,

back in school and first loves,

family matters and other things best forgotten,

you told my story for the world,

but it wasn’t just mine,

it was his and hers

it was everyone who read and saw

the reflected image like a mirror held up

to relive the emotion

the laughter through tears

of times now passed yet revisited,

older and wiser

and able to stand tall and say

that was me,

thank you for your courage 

to share and say I understand.

Because you are me and he is she

and the world is one whole being,

moving to the beat of the same drum at times,

and how they are dancing free

and telling the story of then and now

just like you and me.


A dream of fog

I remember the magic

As the dream slipping through my mind

like a blanket of fog

whispered images of form and

a beast that wandered the night

raising chills of vision and fear.

What is it there moving beyond view,

coming towards the edge of awareness.

She stands alone on the crest

mountains rose through clouds

as mist slowly filtered down

Silently cloaking her in obscurity,

the sound of hooves in grasses high,

memories of the past trickle by

somewhere in her mind she knows,

these lands still untamed by man

and the friends she knows by name

coming together in twillight harmony,

a mirage within

a dream of endless fog.