I started this poem a long time ago, When you and I were TWO,
If I said I knew exactly what is was about, I would not be true.
I just know when I wrote it,
I was contemplating life and you.
I know it is about feelings,
and letting life unfold,
and yes I miss you dearly,
and wish you were here for me to hold.
I finished it, and played words round and round,
till I finally think I am pleased, with the rhythmic sound.
A poem that needed rehab...from years ago I found,
One of my babies, I caressed and comforted,
its loose ends I soothed and filed,
and weathered its edges from rough to round.
TWO IN TIME
Searching for an obscure feeling,
The buoy lifted that falls tossed by the sea,
Like a wheel within a wheel,
individuals spinning free.
They might juxtapose
as easily as coincide,
Or mesmerizingly enjoy the ride.
Some time I take to pause,
Just to sense the breathless awe,
Some time I take to be free,
And feel Joy’s joyful sweet amour.
The embers of conscious life caressed,
Bellows fan to a rich warm flame,
With each new breath I softly breathe,
No two moments are quite the same.