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….