The Falling of Stars

Into the night I move in restless sleep
moon filters in to whisper sweet words on dreaming ears
and I feel you beside me
four years gone, you still speak.
I rise and move through darkened halls
and slip beyond into the moon lit yard,
fireflies hover in jungle gardens
and I know you’ve come once more.

The streak moves through the midnight skies
and I reach out a hand to touch the memory
of days gone by and your essence that lingers
as the stars fall one by one
I call your name softly to the winds
and smile to feel a warm tingle I had never forgotten
the gentle form that leans along my side.

Ashes remain where a soul once stood
yet you tease me still with these private shows,
I inhale the jasmine that scents the shadows
and I hold out my hand one last time
bid adieu to the silent boy
as the clouds move by to block the view
and you walk away silently content,
I know you still hear my heart
that always beats for you.

Stormy Weather Yesterdays

“Rain, your rhythm on my window pane
Drives me insane because I can’t face the music
Without singing the blues”

The lady, she sings softly in the corner
sharing the tears of her heartbroken world
stained in the blues of insecurity
broken shell crumbling to the ground.
Stormy weather movin’ in
to the beat of a yesterday song
and it don’t matter ‘ cause we all know the tune
when the skies turn dark
and the soul finds the gloom
of another rainy day fallin’
when happiness won’t come callin’
what’s a lady to do.
A voice of ages with the jazzy beat
yesterdays child lost in defeat
of the demons calling
and the empty street,
solitary sound of losing the game
no time left to begin again
when there is no shelter for a broken heart
and no ones waitin’ at the end of the day
her ghostly spirit drifts away
and nothing remains but a memory
calling me to sigh
wash that darkness through
to gather the light to see the way
past stormy weather
again today.

Thoughts listening to Billie…..singing the blues….no fears folks….I’m havin’ a good day. Just words that fell out of the mind inspired.


I often think it isnt the minutia of things that matter. Just the imagination and the memories of what has transpired in life, the people who have given your life meaning, the souls who take you away, wish you back into time to remind you of where it is that you came from, moments that remind you of when you felt whole or alive. The smiles in aging photographs that serve to remind you that you are here now and no wishes, no wants can take you back to that singular place in time when perhaps as a child you felt whole, loved, wanted.

I don’t always write about my family. Very rarely in fact, but while searching for a proper picture to accompany my thoughts, I happened upon this one. Now granted, I copped it off of my cousins Facebook page, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. The man on the left was my Mothers older brother. She had another younger one but this is about this photo, a snapshot in time that I feel so blessed to share. I’ve had so many fond memories, and even though he lived an hour away, so many new and happy experiences in my life happened because of him. He was named after my grandfather…a man who to this day I miss with sincere and honest tears. My Moms side of the family was not large. We aren’t Catholic, which to me seems the genesis of huge and populous families, they were what they were, small, compact and that was that….

What I see when I look at that picture is a snapshot in time. Two people happy and blissful and together. To me that’s what important. The happy days spent as a family, living in that space in time, a  moment that will never come again. It’s Those moments that I speak of here.

We stopped by the neighbors house tonight, we don’t know him well, and only one family member spoke English, we fumbled through, trying to learn new words, but in the end, when the host awoke from his nap he was overjoyed. We made his day just by stopping by. It was his 76th birthday and he sat with us for an hour, insisting we stay, have a beer with him and just chat. I think if someone took a picture of us, they would have seen smiles like the ones you see in the photograph. There’s a song that comes to mind, photographs and memories….even if you don’t know the song, I think the title itself says enough. Embrace and love those minutes my friends, they’re far and few between.  I don’t think you even need the reminder. I read you, I’m there so often with you…let go of the little things and just simply embrace moments like these…for when they’re gone, reminiscing just isn’t as good a replacement as the real deal.

This is my Uncle Chuck, he died on an April day too many years ago…and my Cousin Tom, his son…they smile the same, and I am happy for that gift from one to another….peace, blessings, and as always, appreciate, love and embrace the good days…..

Be happy, be loving, and above all, be together. Peace and love and a blessed Memorial Day to those who have family who are no longer here except in memory. Kim