‘old friends’
‘old friends’ meeting
dissolves boundaries
fortified throughout this lifetime
bringing us to stand face-to-face
in the garden of our most treasured delights
sharing
it is the sharing that brings the greatest joy
the witnessing by a friend
of that which has touched the soul
and in this mutual sharing
the garden flouishes
expanded by the gift of self each brings
and by those born within the joy we share
a much welcomed happiness
. . .
the best is always yet to come
company never hurt a home
company is coming – oh my
plan the dinner and bake a pie
make fresh bread and cinnamon buns
clean the kitchen with the dishes all done
fold the laundry to each one’s pile
clean the bathrooms and polish the tile
vacuum the corners and put things in place
dust each surface and straighten the lace
move all the furniture back into line
clean the windows and make things shine
with time left over to count to five
their car is turning into the drive
. . .
we have had our stories and all of our fun
and now it is time for them to run
the visit is over and said our good-byes
thankful for friends and family ties
sit on the sofa and put up my feet
look around and oh what a treat
my home is clean for me
. . .
the best is always yet to come
boundless perfection
my cousin and dear friend passed away recently and i am reminded of a poem i wrote when the love of my life passed on some seventeen years ago and i wanted to share it with you
i know that i shall never see
the light of day upon your face again
or hear the joyous sound
of your very laughter
i know that i will never get to touch
the softness of your hair against my skin
or feel the grip of your strong hand upon mine
i feel like a desperate woman
my need to see you consuming my whole being
and yet i know that time will heal the pain
we have spent so many years
and all that time i have been your woman
i know there is a tie that binds us
throughout eternity
i knew it the instant that we met
and that has never changed
many times i thought
that i could separate myself from you
and the bond grew stronger
our time apart never makes what we have less
but in that realm of thinking
where true freedom lies
our relationship expands and soars
leaving this mundane existance
entering into boundless perfection
and
there we shall meet again
. . .
the best is always yet to come
to the moon
to the moon
which lightens the path in the dark abyss
holding the feminine soul in its keeping
so what is the meaning of this journey within the feminine
the temple for this spirit being this vessel
innately held within an aura of love
with love being the greatest gift of all
the feminine magnifies what is
and shines a light on the beautiful that lies within
radiating that to all
the balancing act
i dance the ballet of balance
always held within my life of soul
that place where feelings pirouette and leap with grace
and touch once more upon the earth
and sigh
that breathing in and out
of my feminine nature as it seeks wholeness
it is not a solo dance
and i must seek that masculine within my world
with whom to step this dance of love
and within this choreography
the light begins to shine
. . .
the best is yet to come