Today is tomorrow
And yet
The bed
Seems so empty
Without
Your body
Forming the curve
That welcomes,
Beckons me to share
Your peaceful rest.
I miss the rhythm
Of your breath
Gently blowing
My rumpled hair
Across my pillow
And the muffled
“I love you”’s
That lull
Me into blissful
Sleep.
posted by ShiningDawn @ 10:58 PM
I am all about light and learning to appreciate the silent and deep places within where I am discovering my authentic self. I love the laughter of children playing in the yard over my fence, loamy soil between my fingers and in my fingernails, herb gardens, especially overgrown with lavender and rosemary, columbine and tea roses, unusual vegetables, dreaming in color, running into the ocean, tangerines and avocados, Delphi, snow in Greece, Celtic music and jazz, Beethovan's "Pathetique," 60's protest songs, classic punk, symphonies, Chopin, Yellowstone National Park, finding wildlife in tidal pools, libraries and bookstores, waterfalls, newborn babies, skirts instead of pants, natural fibers, messy hair, down comforters, river rafting, thunderstorms when I'm tucked in my house, crackling fires, the smell of woodsmoke in my hair, tears--for all reasons, this marvelous life brimming with Grace.
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Your poetry amazes me, Pamela. How divine.
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