I look in your eyes, you look into mine
But do we really see what is there?
Do we see what we know
Or just hopes and dreams
With but a gaze of endearment so fair
Is this exchange that we speak
With unspoken word
Really a truth at all
Is what’s heard with the eyes
What the heart really bares
Can I trust that you won’t let me fall
Please don’t look again
Till I strengthen my heart
From the powerful sight of you
Please just look again
When I know we won’t part
And forever your love’ll be true
There is a Beauty in the gift of growing older, yes
A Beauty beyond any physical sense
Captured in our eyes as we’ve watch our Children grow
The towering Oak tree once small planted, the lush garden of our once new Home
Beautiful thoughts kindle from sweet memories of our life
An accumulated definition of love only obtainable as years go by
Youthful beauty has been replaced
Although the mirror we see each morning at dawn can discourage
As our face mimics a progressed time lined with many Tales
It has been aged from perseverance as well as defeat, from sorrow as well as joy
Our Life and it’s travels only now shows
Beauty has altered but fear not, it’s still there
Look outside around you and inside your soul
Beauty is a gift that never grows old
“Once upon a time”
you were loved and treasured,
the focal point of life.
Now tucked away
upon a shelf
those times have now all gone.
You’re out of reach,
you’ve been forgotten
by caring, loving arms.
My Dear Teddy, I know how it is
when your Time is through.
You did your job,
you served well,
But there’s no more need for you.
As I look up and see you,
I feel a jab
as emotions come unfurled.
We are found
but
then left alone.
That’s life in this world
It’s a beautiful day in my mind
Visions that I’ve never seen
Gas lamps light the cobble stone streets
Merchants work
With pride and esteem
Exchanged is a nod and a gentle smile
as gracious kind people pass by
On a bridge
rhythmic clicks echo
of proud horses shoes
Still waters running high
In this vision of mine
on this eve of ash dusk
a gentleman strolls by tall
Dressed with grace
of long cloth splendor
perfumed with air of Fall
Lady on arm
her boots finely laced
a pillar of beauty so fine
rests dark auburn hair on the nape of her neck
rose scented skin divine
The intimate love
seen in their eyes
Obscures all I see
A Time, a Street , a Bridge, a Love
A place in dreams for me.
As the little young girl
Danced all about
One sock down
3 teeth out
With her teddy bear Partner
She’d twist and Shout
Carefree and limber
Not a worry about
Teddy got dizzy
He fell to the floor
“No time for that”
And took him for more
Teddy the champion of the day
Allowed to be
Swayed and swayed
Years go by
She’s back on the floor
Dressed in high heels
Wanting more
No longer Teddy
By her side
But a beautiful man
Who in rhythm she strides
In place of teddy
Her Partner in Crime
Stands a new Partner
Her love divine
Nota Bene: A little one for Diego, my “Dance” Partner and love divine 🙂 (and you too, Teddy, RIP)
The moon comes to protect me
From loneliness of night
A shadow falls around me
As dark as day is light
Her Grandeur and her Glory
Majestic in the sky
Shades of yellow brown and gold
Voluptuous
Rising high
Seduce me now
Oh beautiful one
Head weary laid to rest
You take me
Pull me
Everyday
But tonight,
You’re at your best
We are amazing. Amazing how we adjust and come together as Families, Partners and Friends. With each a past with a stone or boulder set in our way to navigate over or around.
My Children lost their Father when the oldest was 10 and my twins just turned 6. I last “saw” my Birth Mom when I was 3 days old. Was this a root we lost , or just a restructuring of how our tree would be just a bit different, our way, not traditional.
When faced with the eye of a future that will not be as one planned, we have a choice. We can fall down broken, or come back fierce and rebuild a life that once again, thrives on harmony and balance. We chose the latter.
Friendships light the darkest hours, love is reborn with the right partner…our tree grows. Grander and stronger than we ever dreamed possible. We are not traditional in the truest sense, but we have been there and back again, and wouldn’t trade what we have for the world.
Adversity. Without it, we would never have the fortune of learning our souls.
Life is good. Again.
The Starting End 