The Moon

Moonlit skies light up my face
as I sit here in this place
surrounded by the music of the creatures of the night

The crickets chirp their peaceful song
the river runs quietly along
as if they are in a dance together with themselves.

The moon seems to hold my dreams
within itself or so it seems,
until I see the stars brighten and light up in the night sky.

Gazing into them I am filled with wonder
hearing a sound like roaring thunder
Yet no clouds block my view in this glorious night.

But yet a voice comes so sweet and tender
and propels me willingly to surrender
to the dreams and hopes that feel my heart and mind.

It’s almost like sunshine springing out through rain
it takes away all of life’s pain
and makes dreaming a dream something real.

To feel your heart come alive within you
to know that there is a big breakthrough
in all that you ever dreamt your life could become.

It’s worth hanging your dreams on the moon,
to feel such warmth, like a well-played tune
strumming on the strings of the deepest part of your spirit.

Like the flowers blooming in the meadow
the dreams began to open and flow
and I begin to my own song that goes along with the night.

A reflection of light from the moon on my face
made me think of dreams and embrace
the love that is within a voice, a song, a night.


His Eyes…

His eyes so deep and brown hold a truth within them.
As I gaze into their depth, I get lost like a child,
eager to explore and unaware that I have strayed.
I long to seek out sensations and feelings
that I’ve never felt before and through each discovery I
feel changed. Excited. Renewed.

I feel like I’ve been immersed in a fragrance so rich and
pure. The scent arouses my senses and perks me up.
If I never discover where the smell comes
from exactly, I still know it originates from a man full of
passion for all things dear to him. That alone is very

His eyes have a way of holding me in a way
that arms cannot. They convey a strength that is big enough
to catch me when I’m falling – and yet they make me trip
and get completely tangled in a beautiful mess.

I’m caught up in a world of spinning laughter, of endless wonder
and almost mystifying magic. With one glace they make my belly do
somersaults. They make my heart pound, but make all my
muscles go weak. I could stare into them forever and allow
them to love me.

How can one person make someone feel such feelings?
It’s like standing in a river with a current so strong and warm…
oh to just let go is pure bliss! And now I am floating downstream.
I am surrounded and saturated. The twists and turns and dips
are not scary but exciting. Invigorating.

To taste the smell of love is almost intoxicating; taking me to
far away dreamy places. It’s like dancing in the rain barefoot
with total abandon. All else takes second place when it comes to
this love. This love is something that I will guard with my life. This
love is something I will cherish and hold tightly. Those eyes. They
say it all. They take me in and leave me breathless while at the
same time they spin me.

empty tracks..

Only let them in a little. Just enough that they can see
some good. Just enough that they’ll want to know more.
Enough that they’ll seek you out.
Make them curious.

Talk about the future enough to provide a small amount of security.
Provide empty promises.
But not too much.
Pull forward.
Back up.

Do it until the track marks can be visibly seen and recognized.
Drive in the same tracks and don’t detour.
It’s safe.
It’s familiar.
No confusion.

Even if the rain comes it won’t wash out completely. There’s still
some recognition there because of the past.

Unless of course if you stop.

Then the tracks fade away.
The safety begins to feel uncertain.
There’s no recognition.

Then the emptiness becomes seen as the main path.
And empty.
No promises.
Nothing familiar.

A faded past of something that was and yet was never.

we could sleep…

In your twisted thoughts, you decided to pull me into you

You left it open enough for me to see the hole in the wall

I could put my foot in and rest it on the carpet. I could

climb in and walk around a little and become part of the surroundings.

But that was all.

You didn’t object to me being beside you

all those nights we tossed and turned making noise in the night

to wake the birds outside your window.

We could sleep.

We could have dreams of touching each other. They stopped

the nightmares from coming. They stopped the thoughts from

fighting all night long and keeping us up.

But morning comes everyday.

And everything that was happening in the night

becomes a distant memory.

I Can’t Stop It

I want to scream but all my screams turn to sobs. My eyelids swell with the tears that refuse to be shed and yet fill to the point of being near blind.

It’s almost as if my heart thinks this way it can hold onto you longer even though I know you are already gone.

My bones, my muscles, my entire body feels each sob gripping a hold of me and holding on tight like a talon; as though there is a dull butter knife ripping through my flesh.

Everything’s coming out.

And I can’t stop it.

I reach out but only seem to grab hold of a silent imagination of what used to be.

I Hate Everything…

And today I hate everything.

I hate waking up.

I hate the sun.

I hate the sky.

I hate the trees.

I hate the cars and trucks.

I hate the driveway.

I hate time.

I hate the grass.

I hate the season.

I hate the cold.

I hate the warm.

I hate walking.

I hate running.

I hate moving in general.

I hate everything.

But I don’t hate you.



What is love to me? I had to think about this for a while and my answer is long I guess. Of course, would I ever have an answer that was short? Nope.

  • Love is being yourself with another and knowing that they don’t fault you for it. When you can truly be the person you are when no one else is around – that is when you are truly you and truly loving. The greatest gift you can give anyone really is to be yourself. Anything else is denying them the beauty of who you are. 
  • Love is having a conversation, even if it turns into an argument, but knowing that in the end it’s going to turn into a deeper respect for the other person. How many times have you had someone speak the truth to you and it stings, but later you realize that they were really being a true friend and loved you enough to really speak truth in love. To love is to be truly honest and sometimes it causes a lot of pain at first.
  • Love is also taking the time to let others see you for who you really are and letting them take away from it what they need and not forcing it.
  • Love is a breaking down of yourself and letting yourself go with total abandon, passion and confidence in knowing that it’s okay to do that.
  • Love is little things in life too like sharing a smile. Small gestures, like the touch of a hand, a very small conversation, or even just a hello. You’d be surprised at how small things really are big things to some people.
  • Love is accepting others even when their beliefs are different from your own and letting them talk about their beliefs all they want without condemnation.
  • Love is taking the time to talk to someone when you see that they are in trouble – even if it is just to listen to what they have to say. Listening is one of the biggest ways to show someone that you care.
  • Love is sometimes saying nothing at all and cannot be confined to space or time.
  • Love is not clinging, but allowing freedom to be separate.
  • Love is being one with another, something that is hard to achieve, but possibly doable with commitment and taking time to really see.
  • Love involves mistakes, and perhaps regrets, but is something that will take a lifetime to learn.
  • Love is knowing all the ugly and good and not wavering.
  • Love is certainly not arrogant but yet holds itself in its own category; special and set apart, yet full embraceable by all who come near.
  • Love can be made simple or it can be made complex. It doesn’t have to be extravagant but even in its simplicity can be the most extravagant and costly thing you’ve ever taken a chance on.

I believe if you have love the rest will follow. Without loving yourself it is impossible to love another but it is allowing yourself to put someone else before you, giving up all selfishness. Without love you only have one thing left – death, for to love is to live. This is not speaking only of a lifetime partner you are with, but all of those in your life including yourself. Without love there would be fighting and hatred and depression everywhere and yet with love at times there can be the same.

So I guess to me, love is laughter and pain mixed into one and together they grow into something so beautiful it takes your breath away. We are all one big beautiful mess and that’s okay.


Moonlit Embrace


Beautiful star spent skies. The night air so clean and crisp, yet warm enough to make your insides smile. The wind blowing through your hair, filling your senses with a brilliance beyond anything you could compare. The sounds of darkness covering just enough to leave a bit of a mystery, yet the moon spills its light softly balancing it all out. Such quiet peace sometimes can be found overflowing even in the middle of the chaotic mess this life brings.

The sky is two shades of liquid ink, running together much like two lovers in an embrace, intermingled until it seems as though they are one, but you can still see them as separate. You can take a walk in the thick “aloneness” that is there – but even so, somehow it does not feel as though you are alone but with someone, maybe if only in spirit as they walk under the same inked union.

The moonlights shadow is cast down and you see your silhouette as it seemingly dances even while you are standing still. A part of you and yet still separate. To think that even when you cannot see it, it is there waiting for the light to shine in the right direction to reveal its’ presence – it makes one feel less alone while watching the two dance in the night.

A shift in the wind brings a fragrance to your nose so sweet and alluring yet off somewhere hidden from the naked eye. What is this that you are drawn to? What is that makes you dart off into the night searching for the source? And if you find it, will it be what you thought it was, or something completely new and different from anything you’ve ever dreamt of? And most of all, is it worth searching for?

Steadily walking, keeping a slow pace as if to enjoy every step, never letting a moment pass that would be gone forever without the ability to retrieve, you are moving forward, stepping out of a time that once stood still. And something is different. Something has changed. There is something new that is lit in your eyes…something you haven’t even seen yourself, the only thing is figuring out what it is.

Breathe deeply, take it all in. The fragrance is intoxicating and you let your body go loose and begin to spin. Laughter emanates through the air and suddenly you realize that it is coming from you. Something you haven’t heard in so long, it seems as though you have come across a stranger but this time it is a stranger that you accept. No running this time. A full embrace of something never tasted before.

And the night’s walk has turned into something so much more. As the stars are seemingly motionless, watching and waiting on only you as you smile and hear you laugh because they know that you finally have enjoyed not a night alone, but a night united with yourself.

They shine brightly, almost winking at you in unison with the moon’s light, and somehow you know they are smiling back.

Loving yourself sometimes is like loving a stranger you’ve never met; it’s different, it’s hard to do, but when you do everyone benefits, even the moon and stars.