Almost…

The sadness;

of dreams I never knew I had, lying unrealized…

of plans, and hopes, and wants, and desires, unrequited…

of letting go, with love…

of looking back, without remorse…

of moving forward, without…

of realizing that another soul, a mirror to mine, exists in allegiance to another, less deserving…

of releasing the person I could have been, and almost was…almost.

>Almost…

The sadness;

of dreams I never knew I had, lying unrealized…

of plans, and hopes, and wants, and desires, unrequited…

of letting go, with love…

of looking back, without remorse…

of moving forward, without…

of realizing that another soul, a mirror to mine, exists in allegiance to another, less deserving…

of releasing the person I could have been, and almost was…almost.

Ahhh…youth

I can remember when I was much younger, and dating…

you know, late teens, early twenties,

before every date featured an obligatory grope session…

There was a particular kind of sweetness about the morning after.

As I begin the reluctant climb into consciousness…

freeze-frame shots of the day before play across my brain as I lay with my eyes closed, unaware that my arms have wrapped around my pillow in an effort to bring it in just a little closer.

A smile begins to play across my lips as memories warm me from the outside in.

And, as I finally turn in surrender to the burgeoning day, the smile moves into my opening eyes,

and I hug the pillow even tighter as, stretching, my limbs tingle with the anticipation of things to come…

>Ahhh…youth

I can remember when I was much younger, and dating…

you know, late teens, early twenties,

before every date featured an obligatory grope session…

There was a particular kind of sweetness about the morning after.

As I begin the reluctant climb into consciousness…

freeze-frame shots of the day before play across my brain as I lay with my eyes closed, unaware that my arms have wrapped around my pillow in an effort to bring it in just a little closer.

A smile begins to play across my lips as memories warm me from the outside in.

And, as I finally turn in surrender to the burgeoning day, the smile moves into my opening eyes,

and I hug the pillow even tighter as, stretching, my limbs tingle with the anticipation of things to come…

Giving Thanks

Have I ever told you that I thank God for you, everyday?

Have I ever told you that all through my day

as snippets of conversation dance across my brain,

and the sound of your laughter echoes from a warm place,

I embrace the feeling and raise it up in thanks.

And, sometimes, sometimes if I’m really present

and I hold that feeling up really high,

I am sure I feel a “You’re welcome”…

>Giving Thanks

Have I ever told you that I thank God for you, everyday?

Have I ever told you that all through my day

as snippets of conversation dance across my brain,

and the sound of your laughter echoes from a warm place,

I embrace the feeling and raise it up in thanks.

And, sometimes, sometimes if I’m really present

and I hold that feeling up really high,

I am sure I feel a “You’re welcome”…

Sidetracked

Started this day with the best of intentions, got sidetracked, in a pleasant kind of way…

Then rushed around like crazy getting all dolled up; flouncy skirt, flirty heels, the works, to make my nephew’s Eagle Scout award ceremony.
Drove 25 miles, ended up horribly, horribly late…and then a disconcerted 25 miles back…

One day….one day I’ll fall in line. I’ll always know the right thing to say, the right thing to do, and the right time to leave….

Every hair will be in place…

I’ll dress appropriately…

And smile on command….

Well, maybe not

>Sidetracked

Started this day with the best of intentions, got sidetracked, in a pleasant kind of way…

One day….one day I’ll fall in line. I’ll always know the right thing to say, the right thing to do, and the right time to leave….

Every hair will be in place…

I’ll dress appropriately…

And smile on command….

Well, maybe not

Will You?

Will you walk with me?
Can we go to the beach?
Will you scout for the best spot and raise my umbrella?

Will you sing to me,In your best morning voice,
Songs of life, and love, and hope, and strength?

Will you think of me,
When I am faraway?
Will your face soften to reflect the sparkle in your eyes?

Will you dance with me
When we are alone?
Will our bodies softly sway, as one?

Will you work with me
When life walks in uninvited?
Will you take my hand and help me find the path of least resistance?

Will you love me
When the blinders are off
And nothing stands between us
and long walks on the beach,
Morning songs,
Softly swaying bodies,
And life.

>Will You?