to my valentine...

in the twilight when all is still
you come to me from the air
i breathe in to find
you inhale me

we intersect on our individual journeys
reveling through the universe
each alone separate
together

we continue on in unison melding into one
body one soul one mind one life
entwined together
for endless moments

we connect we hold we grasp we join
together and strive to climb this mountain
struggling clutching breathing
heavier

until fireworks explode and stars fall
from the sky all over us just for us
at the top of the hill
and we roll
we release

and we float
down
separate
and alone
again
in the
air

winter's cold and gray
has left my heart
in a state of suspended animation

waiting for the sun
of a warm spring day
in the not too distance future

yet just beyond my reach
i must succumb
to my current state of affairs

as i hold my breath
and wait in hope
for the dawn of the season of promise

standing on the ledge
rain pouring down
needing a friend
no one around

wind eroding rocks
slipping in the sea
trying to hold on
no one to catch me

from my bed, in my nightgown
and wrapped in my Tibetan meditation shawl
with its beautiful deep greens and ecrus
which is exuding and radiating
love and joy both from my morning meditation
and from the hands of those
on the other side of the
world who created it
it is enveloping me in warmth and beauty.
outside my morning bed
the birds sing a delightful serenade
the sun is just beginning to stretch
its golden tendrils in
and onto the edge of my bed
another magnificent day has begun
what a lovely morning
to create a lovely world!

just before the dawn
when the world is still sleeping
i am filled with inspiration
of creating new worlds

but then the hours after
that are filled with dust and static
eliminate the creation
of just before the dawn

i hear a lone songbird
singing in the winter
outside my window
in the cold and clear morning
his song reminds me
of a time not so long ago
where the days were longer
and warmer and brighter
and my heart was filled
and overflowing with joy

i hear a lone songbird
singing in the winter
telling of what has been
of trials and tribulations
of the passing year
of the beauty and wonder
that lies up ahead
in the promise of springtime
where my heart will be filled
and overflowing with love

i dreamt of flowers
blooming on a hillside
filling the morning
with sweetness and beauty and life

i dreamt of birds
singing at the sunrise
filling the sunshine
with melody and purpose and love

i dreamt of you
laying here beside me
holding me to your heart
and wanting me to know you

it is snowing heavier now
and I search for my heart
in the pure clean whiteness
having lost it to the gray
and cold of winter death

the supple red branches
and green sprays
fanned out on my kitchen table

remind me that somewhere
beyond this frozen tundra
life still exists

that spring's promise
remains intact dispite
evidence to the contrary

that hope
remains intact
dispite evidence
to the contrary

i wade through waves of emotion
the tide is getting high
the anger crashes violently on the shore
with thunderous massive power
the undertow pulls back the diminished waves
in soft silent sadness

i wade through waves of emotion
not good at navigating these stormy
and choatic seas of rage hopelessness dispair
i shield my heart from the salt water's erosion
and from the coercive influence
of the sunbeams beckoning me to draw even closer

the icy biting wind raged through the trees
swirling the last final
few dead leaves up into swirling tornado

it raced up to the sky and back down again
down the street and
around the corner to create an impenatrable tunnel

the icy biting wind raged across my face
like a harsh slap
leaving it frozen in the moment

my soul recoils
in preservation
against the harsh bleak grayness
of your winter