Is anybody really ours Ours to call child, friend, father, mother.... Is anyone really ours Alone? Here we are, dead things in the night We are tossing our anchors at the first ship that gives light... Here an illusion, heartbreak. The horizon seems so far away lighted by galaxies never being able to get to.… Continue reading Ships the Night
This last year everything went gray, My eyes have been stripped of the pink in the way. Letting go....giving in...accepting the inevitable. Introspection winds down the valley road of thought to the cabin of intention... There is grief behind the rose.
Glorious,divine light play on the leaves. Glorious, divine warmth, safety, chocolate. Glorious, divine. Furbabies,grandbabies,friends,family. Glorious,divine. Abundance forever. To you dear one, beloved creator, Metatron's cube, Michael's shield,Raphael your healing, Azrael your gentle hand. Glorious, divine. My gratitude, my heart.
It was in a time when we were both going through some things...in our marriages ...but for some reason couldn't or wouldn't talk to each other. It was a beautiful summer day, on a lark I thought I would take my 2nd born to visit. When I arrived there was the realization how miopic my… Continue reading Regretably Yours
Oh a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive.
So much is hidden behind the pretense of a marriage. I mean during that time they made their loyalty known. He had their whole childhood to do it too. Every time the illness came and I had to go away to take care of myself for the good of them, so I was told. That… Continue reading Lost again