Waiting

Have you ever been in a crowded room
And felt as if someone was missing?
Engaged in conversation, feeling it is superficial,
As your mind is carrying on its own conversation.
Hoping, waiting for someone to come.

Fast forward in time, ten years.
You are on a city bus, commuting to work.
You hear the chatter around you yet,
Your mind is carrying on its own conversation.
Hoping, waiting for someone to come.


Another ten years go by.
You are sitting at home watching T.V. and
Your mind is again, having its own conversation
As you hope, wait for someone to come.

My Angel

Five years, my son
since you and I met
in that room full of toys.

You were tiny and fragile for being almost two years
could barely speak,
not very good on your feet.

Your big brown eyes
and curly dark locks
the dimple that showed
when you smile
claimed my heart
right from the start.

You were given a second chance
for a family who would love
you unconditionally.

None of us knew
of the struggles we would face
but somehow knew it was fate.

Fast Forward in time
every bedtime
I remind you
you are my Angel, my Hero
for all that you have endeared, overcome.

I will never regret saying "yes"
to the workers who
brought us together.
You are a precious gift
my Angel forever.

Freedom

Fear

is Paralyzing

Physically

Mentally

Emotionally

Freedom

is Overcoming

Embrassing

Accepting

Moving 

From that which is feared.

Masquerade

A crowd gathers

All looking the same

Eyes covered

All unknown

You walk in

And look around

Dazed and unfocused

Wondering how

You close your eyes

Listening to the feeling within

Slowly stepping

Here and there

You stop, turn around

Opening your eyes

You see her

Waiting 

In her disguise

The room seems silent

As you focus on her

Her hands reach up

The mask falls

She smiles in that way

You know you've won

Both silently wondering

What other games 

Are to come 

Rain

Rain

Falling from the sky

Or 

From my eyes

It is the same

Cleansing

Purifying

Renewing of spirit

Smiling

Happy and dancing

Playing

Rain 

Falling from the sky

Driving

Chasing wipers

Getting stuck 

From the

Rain

Falling from the sky

Memories come

Flooding back

Happy and sad

Glancing out the window

Wiping at my eyes

As Rain

Falls from the sky

Me

His glances that I catch

His stare which penetrates

Eyes wandering

Ignites me.

Sometimes silent

Other times whispered

Softly, firmly

Awakens me.

A sweet caress, a firm grasp

It doesn't matter

Always wanted

Inspires me.

Grey Sky Blue

I used to hate grey skies but then learned to love them.
It was under grey skies that I fell in love
 to many beautiful things
and the sky turned blue

I've learned that without grey skies,
 one can't fully appreciate the blue.
Have you ever noticed how much
Bluer the sky looks after
it was cleansed with rain?

My soul feels hope and optimism
Just as the sun breaking through
A grey sky made blue.
Everything seems fresh and anew
When the grey sky turns blue.

There are days when I long for the grey skies,
When I sit and remember how I felt.
A smile plays on my lips
I feel warmth in my soul
And I'm taken back
And suddenly I feel
The sky turn blue.