I hate this spinning
that spawns in my chest
bit of my
that ends in each inch
spinning in different
to where I can’t figure
if my feet are up
if my heart is thumping
if this world is a
because there is
and I am
(An old poem)
There isn’t a day I don’t think about you,
There isn’t a moment I don’t wonder what you’re doing,
How you’re feeling or thinking
I feel you in every sweet love song
I feel you in every word I write in my poetry
I feel you in every sunset and gust of wind
In the depth of your soul
There is no other place
I rather be
In silence there are many sounds,
like the countless days that make years go round.
Crickets singing and the soft wind blowing
all make up the silence without you knowing.
Like the trees and grass compose the deep forest,
as it takes many voices to cause a chorus.
The smallest events happening every day
affect our lives in their own special way.
For each act of love you allow one another
defines your heart and soul,it takes many grains to fill the sands of time,
make each one gold to fill the mine
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel what matters most in my heart. The people I love, my creations, my love of life and the relationship I have with myself. All of this is what I bring into relationships. I’m very selective, I experience this as honoring myself, my time and the time I share with others. I’m tender and quiet today. This is the result of my heart beating strong. Because of this it feels deeply. It was said to me today it hurts because it matters. It sure does matter!!