Destiny Whispers

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.

“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott

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.

Betrayal

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Your love withdrawn silently.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.

Destiny

Destiny

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

Casting Shadows

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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

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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