There will be cake

We will meet in that place

Where so many days and years have slipped by,

Good days and bad

The everyday rhythm of another day

Just like the rest,

But this will be different,

There will be cake

And faces I’ve known through sickness and health

And so many years,

Seventeen to be exact

That has seen me go from young woman to

Strong dreaming warrior of the sun,

Who pursues the passion of her heart,

And the colors will live in memories

Long after we say goodbye

And I will sit in my spot,

Where I’ve sat everyday and today for the last

And we will laugh and smile and tears will find their way

Knowing time will now pass

And the seat will remain empty

Or be refilled with a new face

Who someday too will have a cake

And friends

And years spent here in this place

And as the door closes in just a few meager hours

I sit here in my chair

At my desk and realize that it will end

In three hours goodbyes and hugs will herald the end

And the beginning of a new journey,

On the path to tomorrow with a grateful heart,

And I will remember this moment

And a cake given by a place

That will no longer be my morning and daily home,

That will be in a yesterday

Waiting as I run towards a sun that calls.

Thoughts on my last day at work after seventeen years, one month and one day…but who’s counting? Goodbye, and hello future.

Star child

She is a starseed

Left in the darkness with a book of memories

Brought to life with pages filled

With stories of the days before

The rite of magic

And the heart fulfilled.

She moves through portals into light

Bringing with her a special glow

Turned loose on a world of lost souls that move

In time to the second hand

Of a broken watch fob found.

Her history grows lighter with each passing story

Pages become blank and refilled with the minutiae of now

As she searches her mind to remember

That she can no longer recall.

She fights the pull of darkness

Slashing at the bonds that hold

And pleads the stars for guidance from

The little specks of her before self that she hears call.

She feels the energy move her

Like high tides and passing moons into themselves,

As they become silent and form into whole

She knows the path she follows

Will take her to where it is

That her soul longs to go.

She is a starseed

And she will claim her destiny

Through love and life

Hunger and war

She will spread the dust of a thousand silent stars

And give voice to the new eternity

That beckons her forth

Into herself,

Into everything and nothing

And she will rise and shine in her place kept waiting

Nestled among her tribe,

In her home on midnight velvet

Beside sweet Luna

And the sea

Is where she will meet

A new and beautiful day

She will be free.

Words

Pieced together one by one

Creating lyric, prose and sound

Stocked up higher into our minds

Spinning stories

Creating waves.

What is a word

Sticks and stones of long ago

Yet meaning is only what is given

If it touches within

With passion and fire,

Just a word that was given long ago

To describe a person, place or thing.

It is a label, a feeling, anything at all that you let it

As you keep it alive by giving it emotion,

Life.

When nonsense brings smiles

And hate, tears

But looking deeper I can only see

That in the end it is nothing,

Just a word which will live

If I let it breathe,

If I give it worth

Like time itself,

Fleeting at best but still a measure

In this space we live,

Yet I see eternity in each second

I see a future beyond end

And I write these words as they fall from the depths,

Words that really mean nothing

For they are merely words to communicate

For lack of seeing into your eyes, your soul

Where words are not needed

And silence is all to discover

The farthest reaches of what really matters.

Just a word is nothing

Yet a soul that speaks

Rises into it all.

Just a thought I had on the worth some give to words, when words are merely what you allow them to be. But my faves are peace and love of course….

Life ride

The words came to me in and in an instant I was there again,

Thin shoulder length hair, a young child filled with excitement and fear,

Holding her hand yet begging to be free, to let me move about on my own,

To let me go exploring this grand color filled place. 

I was told it wasn’t safe.

We walked some more down the midway, 

the scorching black pavement causing pain in thin rubber sneakers,

Feet and shirts dampened with sweat from the hot summer sun.

It stood so tall before us and she said lets go there.

I stared up into the bright blue sky at the top of the rickety metal staircase,

Feeling the fear rise up within my small frame as she pushed my shoulders forward,

Propelling me towards the big wavy plastic slide.

“This will do, cheap enough” she said and again pushed me forward towards the endless sky high staircase.

I think I cried.

I must have, I think, for I had never gone so high before.

One step after another, I kept looking back for the safety I craved

She smiled and waved her hands to keep going.

“Don’t look down, just keep going,” I heard in the distance

I did as I was told.

A man stood at the top of the staircase holding a stack of thin dirty rugs,

“Come on honey, you’re almost there” he said tiredly.

I wiped my dripping nose and reached the top finally,

I didn’t look down

I looked up at the birds flying above me.

He handed me a rug and motioned me to the slide.

“Here, just sit down on this and keep your feet on the rug or it will stop you”

I wanted it all to stop. 

I felt him give a gentle push from behind me and my body started to move downwards.

Over the hills I rode this carpet, 

Feeling myself move sideways then straight again

My eyes still closed.

As I hit the ground below, gliding to a bumpy stop I opened them up and looked behind me,

The colorful strips shining in the sun.

I smiled,

I was alive,

This didn’t kill me after all and I didn’t fall.

I realized I was holding my breath and I began to breathe again.

I grabbed the corner of the rug and handed it to the other man who waited down below,

He motioned to the exit and she stood there smoking a cigarette.

“I did it” I said with excitement in my voice

“of course you did,

You are brave after all”.

“Let’s go now” she said as she ground the butt into the pavement.

“I want to do it again” I said in a slightly petulant voice, “I had my eyes closed”

But she grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes

“No, you will learn that this slide is like life. You can’t go through with your eyes closed,hiding away from what may or may not happen, you have to charge in and just do it. That’s how you kill the fear.”

I took one last look at the slide behind us, “It wasn’t so big after all” I muttered with a smile.

I never did ride it again. There was no need. I was brave.
Just a story I made up. I rode the slide many times in my childhood, perhaps to prove to myself that I was brave. It took many lessons. But I am happy to say I am. Would love to ride it again someday while I can still climb all of those stairs. Fun days indeed. 

Don’t call the grammar police, they already have my address.

She is

Essence of water she fills her mind

Drop by drop with gentle words

That fall like rain

Into her soul.

She is waiting in peace

Where the movement of rivers rush by her

Because she knows what goes

Will return once more

In another shape,

Another form.

She touches the wetness of each tear that fell

Free into puddles that she stands beside

Protected in her truth she washes them away

One by one her warmth dries each thought,

Her memories weathered gently

like petals between pages in a history book,

Aged and loved

Remembered.

She is the water,

The sun and sky

The fire that burns so deep inside

As the earth becomes each piece of her whole,

A calm energy is left behind

As she waits by the edge

Of herself.

She is the song heard by a thousand ears

And held close to the heart

Through passing years,

She is the girl now woman bold

Forever young

Never to grow old.

Universal rhythm

Your laughter shone like a million stars

As each sound touched my thoughts,

A happy state of the universe

Caught in a web of all,

And with arms wide open to capture

The movement of each moment,

I am rising high to fly.

With petals for my wings

I span a thousand clouds in a glimpse

Of an view of a tiny sparrow.

Down below the tides move together

In a perfect harmony 

And the people smile in knowing

This is how it all must be.

Rounded memories built upon

A line we skip along

Like museum pieces forgotten

Then remembered with deepest love.

I am everywhere and nowhere

And words I gather like stones

That skip across the mighty ripples,

Wishes granted and a rhythm moving my soul

In a harmony of peace

I am here

It is now

And the lullaby rocks me gently

Into a dream

Of sand and shore.

Melting dreamscape

Under a cold moon night

Dreams invade the calming thoughts

Scattered in drops of image

Smoothly flowing through.

A gift of proportions unheard of

Beauty and a life overflowing in abundance.

He sang to me of factories

And I am so far removed inside,

Drifting from place to place 

I touched your face again,

One last time before you slid away into a new scene.

We have this happiness here

And things move so quickly yet stay the same

Forever etched in clay

Hardened with the smile we hold

Jumping from dream to dream

Like coffee cups and teaspoons

Laying idle

Waiting to be filled once more

To overflowing states.

We shine here as we sit

Under a bright night sky

One day closer

A special moment captured forever

In the minds eye

Life as it is.

Art piece photos found at: http://vuing.com/dynamic-pottery-sculptures-by-honk-kong-based-artist/

  

Between the sheets

Words come in fits and starts

Tug of war with the thoughts happening,

Each one set forth in a meticulous manner,

Most happiest when set free in chaos.

Between the sheets the stories born,

Given birth by dreams and conversations,

By memory and faith-

Pieced together with a loving hand

Created to serve those who seek.

Page after page stacked 

Through sweat and favor of a moment free,

Crossed out, erased, then restated

Trying to find the place for it to fit,

When stacked amongst the classics

It grows aware of what it represents,

Standing proud in its smallness

Grateful for having been set in ink at all,

And these meager words found when least expected,

A quiet yet excited understanding,

For what lay between the sheets rises

Blown by the wind of chance,

Given in a spirit free

Shared just because it is enough.

Country road dreaming

In a white cold world

Breath rises into frost tinged skies

Stars shiver in their isolation

As she drifts somewhere far away.

She feels the warmth upon her head

Cascading like a silken waterfall,

Sounds of cicadas fill the air

With a universal hum that lands lightly

Upon her waiting soul.

The sight of color as flowers dance before her

On a summer breeze and endless peace

Dreaming of country roads she’s known.

Wandering through her like ghosts that haunt

Memories of yesterday

Of days that languidly pass below green tall trees

As the hammock swings, lulling her into sweetest sleep.

She walks barefoot slowly here

Feeling the softness of the dust below her feet

And she stops and stares into forever

Knowing this day may not come again

And sweeping up the thoughts in her arms

Holds them close like a small child,

On a frozen day she sits captured within

Unfolding her vision like a solitary gift,

Warming her tired soul

With scenes of a place she recalls,

Her destiny reborn under a molten sun,

Her heart as light

As the dried saved petal in her hand,

Blowing away on the wind

Of tomorrow.

Life designs

Into the state of endless bliss,

Life designs a piece of art

And it is there in each shining moment

Where we live fully, completely.

Upon a blank canvas we fill

Our boards with wishes and dream

Of magical things and places

Taking up spaces as we tell the sky

Our deepest desires.

We shine like stars as we become

The culmination of things we’ve thought,

Of kind words said

Banishing hate instead

Into the world we fly higher

Raising up others is the way to the sky.

Gold and silver buttons

We find along the way

Living in our day to day yet searching

Beneath the unexpected dream to find

The little things we’ve left behind

We’re nothing really after all

For the memory is pinned on  our memories wall

And so we gaze upon all the joys

The bliss

The shining things we didn’t miss

Because we loved it all.

Thoughts in a moment feeling flow and peace as the little glistening flecks fell upon my windshield, reminding me of happy dancing stars for my heart to smile upon.