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In the quiet moments
that reside in-between moments
and thoughts that balance the mood
I find you waiting.
Messages found in the acts of kindness
come washing through like soothing rain,
cooling the fire of insecurity
or the edge of waiting on sidelines
never hearing your name called,
passing the time I had forgotten
in the reaching out
beyond the waves where emptiness lay
there was found a gift
of endless words that lifted higher
to where air could be found
and life preserved in a state
of knowing,
floating along on the bliss of peace
and the hand that trembles
stronger for the hand that took it firmly,
leading it to the shore,
reminders and memories of what it was,
that all important thing called kindness
and the tears that rise
held back by the dam of senses,
never here for fear
as their eyes that glare in condemnation
in the high tower of their hearts,
stare perhaps sadder
for not having that perfect moment
on that sudden connection of souls,
the smile created worth being open
and spilling the waters
of humanity and need realized
as a stranger becomes a friend
if only for a moment.


We are ripples moving through
this atmosphere of a thing called life,
threads tightly woven
found often frayed at the edges,
we sew our reality
in and out and tied off
as experience flows like silk
we become the colors of our creation.
Pieces and bits left behind,
we bring together to make anew
a fresh perspective filled with light
and waving in a quiet breeze,
we inhale the scent of being.
The softness of silk slips quietly down
making no noise as it falls away,
beautiful in its heaping self,
like rivers curving round
endless like our thoughts that are lifted,
hung like stars on high,
we dream into the sacred spaces that wait
for wishes to be given and granted,
we feel the effortless effect
of painted skies hung
and a watercolor scheme
of gathering clouds to move away,
dare not let the sun to set
hidden behind
the shadows of a long tired day.

A quiet peace

We linger in our thoughts
deepest pools of memories
we skim the surface under darkened skies
trying to stay above the fray.
The voices in letters come
lifelines outstretched for balance
wiping the blackboard of the wrong answers
we smile when we see the blank slate waiting
chalk in hand we make our marks
telling our stories
finding the quiet of peace.
Full moon comes to call
times of turmoil blown on October wind
and the coolness settles in the break of day
the autumn of our lessons
we learn to forgive
to let go the yesterdays that haunt
dressed and ready for the party
this costumed life calls
and we answer doors to our hearts
super heroes and fairy goddesses
we dress the part
of our desires.