It’s the time
When the moon,
Gives its way,
To the rising sun
A brief moment when…
All is still
And a second when…
All is clear
The dividing line,
Of a past
Not yet to be,
The future
Become caught
In that time
And live life,
As if it is your dawn
In response to my Poem Dress Up With Words, a comment was left by a lovely man/blogger , whom I know as db. What he left behind for words had me wonder if it was a quote he had found and not one that came from his own heart. Well, it came from him and is of inspiration and confirmation that we should not only write to please, we must allow ourselves the right to write from our deepest corners.
Here is his message:
I thank DB for his beautiful saying, shear loyalty to my blog and the comments that I anxiously await each and every time. With that said, I thank you all on this Day before Valentines and am glad to be able to send you all a timely wish of love, gratitude and thanks for all that are still with me after a rather quiet period. I am deeply thankful to you all.
With love, Heather
God has chosen another flower of Beauty,
One to bring back home
Dear Angel so new, that our paths never crossed,
May I please thank-you now
For your wonderful Son?
He accepted his role as a Man today,
With strength beyond years of eighteen
You taught him so much in a very short time,
The essentials of life and what it should mean
As you passed slowly
Into the light,
His world lost color, it turned shortly dark
His garden felt empty,
Its colors, bare
But just why you went,
He could accept in his heart
Glistening stars in the evening sky,
Presence of rainbows,
Just after a storm
Are just some of the signs you’ll give to him,
That you’re now at peace,
And never so far from home
He knows that you’ll,
Hear his whispers, his prayers
As when you lived, like all Fathers do
You’ll not forsake in his hardest times
That your love is eternal as,
His love is for you
It is an honor to have him here in our lives,
This gift, that you did create
Trust that we’ll look out for him here,
On the opposite side
Of Heaven’s Gate
Written for my Daughters Boyfriend who lost his Dad Saturday night to brain cancer. His strength and faith has gone above and beyond anything I have ever witnessed, He himself, is angelic.
Still holding on, strong, erect,
In a spectacular color of dress
Vowing to bring beauty to days,
In the face of natures death
Fall seasons essence, you remain,
As the time comes, you don’t contest
To shedding your dressing, all with grace
With first gusts, of the Winters breath
Let me, be as you,
As this seasons rolls in,
Find warmth in the roots of my home
Not fight the unsettling, grey days to come,
Know it’s this way, for Spring to be born
Thank you for the award,” My Sisters”!!!!
The Candid Spot, Miriam, for her entertaining and informative blog about sexuality that men should peek into as well!!!!!!!
To Mommy and her blog of addiction and Motherhood (4 boys!!!)
To Ann and her wonderful Art work and Mommy life stories for the versatile blogger award, I thank you
Lena, You dear, young, wonderful Poet and friend…..Thank you for this,
And last but not least, my Poets Corner talent and friend Jeremy, who inspires me equally…
I thank you all and everyone else who takes the time to stop in and continue to support my blog.
Well wishes….lots of LOVE
-Heather
Eyelids resting on peaceful closed eyes,
Holding the calm, inside of his mind
Muscles lay soft on the bones of his face,
At one with his world, tensions died
This vision of him, brings me down to the earth
A reminder that balance is mine
To conquer, control, this gift of the taking
As Buddha in, meditation Divine
So many days,
I lose my way
So many times,
Beauty goes blind
So many nights,
Tears for my sleep
So many moments I’ve failed to find
I’ve placed your sculpture to always be seen,
When morning sun wakes my eyes
You give me the nod of encouragement
From the nightstand of my bedside
That today my way,
It will be found
Today,
With beauty I’ll see
There will be no need,
To cry before sleep,
I’ll search for moments of life to reap
For those whom I love, but let down the same,
When my world and its balance gets thrown
I ask you for patience, as could just a human,
Without you, my life has no home
The Starting End 