And with tomorrow,
a new day will dawn.
The sky will be cleansed
and made whole once more.
Destiny whispers to me,
wiping the slate clean.
The debris of pain washed away,
returning me to source,
standing as one,
in the spotlight of my life.
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
The empty page beckons me. The
metaphor not lost on my heart,
where the blood pumps
steady, moving gently through
the scarred atriums.
The pieces of my life scattered when
you betrayed my trust, blurring
my horizon into obscurity.
Your love withdrawn silently.
A wordless retraction, without honour
or thought, beyond keeping yourself safe.
I watched you closely, searching
the no man’s land you had created. Cowardly
retreating into a foreign bunker, held
by the mind of a woman, steadfast
on fulfilling her own desires. Greedy,
with her own lust, to possess
what was not hers to possess.
How many degrees separate us
On this axis of life?
Where are you
That we remain strangers?
Have our paths crossed
As we invisibly amble?
Do you breathe unawareness
Malnourished also
By overpopulation?
Seek refuge in your heart
Destiny calls us
Unique to our quest
Waiting in the wings
For our paths to cross
The sadness
Casts shadows
Unable to find the light
Or the darkness
Of oblivion
Wholeness
Hidden from view
Divided indiscriminately
By others
The pain
Multiplied by memories
That my heart can’t subtract
From the whole
Half finished sentences
Trailing behind me
Waiting to be heard
Which leaves me
Hidden from view
With only sadness
Casting shadows
Across my heart
My African friend, she shows me much strength
Although she’s just four, she is on my wavelength
Her Mother, she died, so suddenly one year
Yet she remains always smiling, from ear to ear
To have such a purpose, from such a young age
It heals my heart, while I turn my own page
She shines oh so brightly and holds life so dear
She shows me in life, that there’s nothing to fear
There’s much we can learn, from our own inner child
It teaches us not be meek, or be mild
Her purse it is poor, but her life is so full
She has won me over; shown me how to stand tall
So much time looking back, trying to fathom a reason
When instead we should be living, just season to season
The power of innocence, is so shiny and pure
It can heal your soul and your spirit it can cure
Her beauty shines through, her ever-present eyes
Showing me that love, is something, you cannot disguise
She’s honest, she’s genuine, she’s herself at her core
She’s an Angel in life, whom I love and adore
