My heart has been broken many times. And there I bear the burden of knowing I have hurt others too often. Like a forest scorched by fire, there is much deadwood in my heart. Yet, now I feel the roots of new growth down deep that I had almost given up hope for.
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When you hold my hand… When you kiss me… When you hold me… When you forgive me quickly… When you look into my eyes… When you touch me… and in a hundred other ways I feel it. You love me the way I need to be loved.
Thank you for showing me such sweet tenderness. Being with you feels natural and good. I am excited to see you again, touch you and feel your lips on mine. Thoughts of you in my arms are sometimes only minutes apart.
There is no meaning to be found beyond what I express. No amount of thought can figure out what was never spoken, expressed or done. Please accept what I say and what you see as the reality I live in. My heart is true.
Oh My Darling…
What dream is this? What wish consumes me? What fantasy am I lost in? What fancy have I plunged? What trance have I entered? What vision has blinded me? What delight am I lost within? What daydream have I fallen into? You Baby… YOU.
For years I sensed you beyond imagination through every heartache that came; through every disappointment. I’ve been moving in your direction for so long I can no longer remember when your image began to take shape in my heart.
From “The Catastrophic History of You and Me” by Jess Rothenberg
I was falling.
time and space
and stars and sky
I fell for days
and what felt like
I fell until
I was falling.
I know you are out there somewhere and I’m waiting for you. Sometimes I almost see your face in my dreams. I feel you nearby. You’re every where and no where within reach. Find me…
From “Again the Magic” by Lisa Kleypas
I want morning
I want your tears,
the smell of your hair,
the taste of your skin,
the touch of your breath
on my face.
I want to see you
in the final hour
of my life…
to lie in your arms
as I take my last breath.