night descends quietly the house holds its breath waiting sleep comes with closed eyes ~

oh – the cool night air callsas it holds the moon still in the pondgently waving reflectionwhispering the question that has no answer sleeping blooms dressed in silverlie silently in the gardeneven the dew is cold against the skineach step a reminderof the warmth within where does the face restwhen all the eyes want is…

Every year for the past eight years, I have had the very good fortune to take a weekend and retreat to my dear friend June’s secret garden. Each time I find myself there, I am transported to where, I cannot say, but each moment is precious. I returned home yesterday, and thought I would share…

The pieces lay on the floorEvery time I turn aroundDo not ask the scoreLose again, for I am bound I pull me together againAnd try to walk awayOvercome my shameThis struggle will not sway One day I will be fineA smile will burst my faceAll to say one of a kindAnd end this silly race

Eyes that stare at meLamenting at my uglinessNo trace of beauty can be foundIn the folds of such plain dressBut look deeperInto the dark recesses of my mindSearch for beauty therePerhaps that is what you will findBeauty buried so deepThat it cannot blossom forthLike the delicate rosebudNever considered for all its worthEnd this terrible tormentingStop…

The sun shines Cooling the land The clouds crawl on the ground The strange of day Has come this way A dog barks with no sound The birds, they crawl Like lizards small The snow is hot to touch “Bizarre” they cry and wonder why Do we know all that much?

The rose, it bloomsIn heat of day,And then by nightIt fades awayThere is not oneWho can explainWhy one small flowerWould suffer this painHaving to wakeIn the heat of dayAnd then by nightJust fade away

The pieces lay on the floorEvery time I turn aroundDo not ask the scoreLose again, for I am bound I pull me together againAnd try to walk awayOvercome my shameThis struggle will not sway One day I will be fineA smile will burst my faceAll to say one of a kindAnd end this silly race

Eyes that stare at meLamenting at my uglinessNo trace of beauty can be foundIn the folds of such plain dressBut look deeperInto the dark recesses of my mindSearch for beauty therePerhaps that is what you will findBeauty buried so deepThat it cannot blossom forthLike the delicate rosebudNever considered for all its worthEnd this terrible tormentingStop…

The sun shinesCooling the landThe clouds crawl on the groundThe strange of dayHas come this wayA dog barks with no sound The birds, they crawlLike lizards smallThe snow is hot to touch“Bizarre” they cry andwonder whyDo we know all that much?

The rose, it bloomsIn heat of day,And then by nightIt fades awayThere is not oneWho can explainWhy one small flowerWould suffer this painHaving to wakeIn the heat of dayAnd then by nightJust fade away

the rain last night left me sleeplessit sang against the windowin the deepest hoursleft me restless and wonderingabout the smallest moments of my life where will this wandering take me?though now i feel i am waitinglike one of those raindropshoping to fall from the window sillto join others in something biggerthan myself one day maybe…