smile
Timeless Window
She cultivates orchids at the window’s edge
A challenge for her black thumb,
A reminder of the toil inherent in beauty,
So lovely it draws her always to the window
To dream.
She used to look out at mystical stars
And long for magically pure bliss.
Now she smiles out over a dense forest
Rich with wildflowers, and sees One Man.
One real love.
The mind can’t fathom such bittersweet
Fulfillment that the world may deliver,
Though dreams and plans illuminate
Our way, our secret stairs and forever
Intertwining paths.
A challenge for her black thumb,
A reminder of the toil inherent in beauty,
So lovely it draws her always to the window
To dream.
She used to look out at mystical stars
And long for magically pure bliss.
Now she smiles out over a dense forest
Rich with wildflowers, and sees One Man.
One real love.
The mind can’t fathom such bittersweet
Fulfillment that the world may deliver,
Though dreams and plans illuminate
Our way, our secret stairs and forever
Intertwining paths.
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An Orchid in my window...
A housewarming gift from a new Florida student and his wife. What a beautiful flower that now sits on my desk.
GEM
"Do or do not. there is no try!"
"Do or do not. there is no try!"
Forever and a Day
The little hen whistled out hot steam
We like the sound it makes.
I can’t bring my sister’s friend back
All I can do is make her tea.
Makes the flu seem trivial.
Makes everything seem trivial.
The Grim Reaper has a VIP pass,
Priority admission wherever, whenever.
He takes your hand and smiles coyly
Where are my secret stairs now?
Where are my brightest dreams now?
My enchanted room, that sacred place
I thought I had forever and a day
To reach the stars, again kiss his face.
May death take the long way here.
May logic respect my wiser heart.
Too many deep and moving words
Of his to feel, so passionate, poignant.
This One Man writes truth and warms
Soft Italian wool wrapped around me.
We like the sound it makes.
I can’t bring my sister’s friend back
All I can do is make her tea.
Makes the flu seem trivial.
Makes everything seem trivial.
The Grim Reaper has a VIP pass,
Priority admission wherever, whenever.
He takes your hand and smiles coyly
Where are my secret stairs now?
Where are my brightest dreams now?
My enchanted room, that sacred place
I thought I had forever and a day
To reach the stars, again kiss his face.
May death take the long way here.
May logic respect my wiser heart.
Too many deep and moving words
Of his to feel, so passionate, poignant.
This One Man writes truth and warms
Soft Italian wool wrapped around me.
