Willow Tree

I like to wave my hair

in the wind, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I like to drink deeply

from the stream, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I like to reflect the sun 

in sparkling raindrops, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I have stood many moons,

unnoticed, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

'We are not so different,

You and I', I replied.

'We bare our souls on the wind,

beauty waving softly on the breeze

for all to see.

 

But only some will notice,

the lucky few,

me and you.'

 

I see you, she said.

I feel your gentle 

touch on my leaves,

 

I sense your heart 

as you whisper

words of love on the wind.

 

'And I see you', I replied,

'strong roots drawing water in your veins, 

force of life beating within you, pulsing between us.'

 

The Choice

I see, I hear, I taste, I smell,

I feel alive to the

love all around me,

 

Love, spoken, expressed

in every language,

I receive.

 

Or else, I am

blind to the beauty,

deaf to the music,

trapped in the echo chamber

of my own fearful mind

 

in which food has no taste,

the wind has no scent

and I feel only the tingling

and the cold sweat brought on

by a panic reflecting a distrustful heart.

 

The choice is mine, reality is mine
to shape and bend,

to learn, to grow,
to see beyond

what eyes can see,

 

 to be alive,

free falling,

in trust, 

 

in hope

and in love,

embracing it all.

Gift of Dawn

 

 

Fiery red

fades into pink,

purple and soft

hues of blue.

 

Breathless, I watch

as magic unfolds,

so grateful for

dawn's gift anew.

 

Crisp morning air,

I breathe in deep,

alive to the

beauty that's you.

Of the Sea

 

 

 Out of the sea
she came to me
birthed from the same
surging force that flows
through all living things,

 

carried by the waves,
basking in their rhythm,
feeling it deep in her veins,
then rising up and
striding through the splashing surf,

 

a crown of sea beads on her head,
confidence flashing
off her radiant face,
diamonds of sunlight
sparkling in her hair.

 

She breathes life into
everything she touches
with a soft whisper of endearance
and the gentle caress
of her hands

 

life, flourishing,
celebrated in every form, 
every shape and colour,
everything and everyone,
joyously loved.

Lagoon

 

In a dream
I see a lagoon,
a cave and dark water
reflecting the moon.

I hear her call
across the sea:
'Come find me here
and set me free'.

In a boat
I row to the cave,
my inner child,
my soul to save.

Big waves threaten
to topple me,
but I stay calm
upon the sea.

Unafraid, for I am
not alone, 
I find my way through
an arch of stone.

Through the dark water
slowly I row,
bright fish surround me
and jelly fish glow.

In the light of the moon
tall trees surround,
waves splosh gently
with barely a sound.

Across the lagoon
I hear her calls
echoing off
the great stone walls:

'Here you have found me,
here we are free.
In this place we can breathe
and simply be.

No ground we will touch
for this place is pure.
All that live here
are safe and secure.'

I breathe in deep,
so glad to be home,
a place where my soul
can freely roam.

I hold her close.
'You're safe now', I say,
'safe to dream,
to rest and to play.'

We stay awhile and bask
in the glow
of the moon's reflection
and the jellyfish show.

But then I tell her,
'It is time to go.
For there is something
that I know:

This place is our home,
but we can't hide away.
We must go out
to the light of day.'

Her hands graze the water,
she lets out a cry,
then she takes a deep breath
and releases a sigh.

'Ok', she replies,
'but promise me this:
you'll remember where home is.'
And she blows a kiss.

I catch the kiss and we
gather our strength.
Jelly fish guide as
we row out the length.

The sunrise invites,
it shows us the way
through the stone arch
to face the new day.

 

 

I Love Her

 

 

She sees the magic
in ev'ryday things,
she plays, she dances,
she whistles and sings.

She looks for the beauty,
she brings out the best,
she challenges fear,
puts her mind to the test.

She knows the darkness
and wears her scars proud,
determined to live her life
laughing out loud.

No more holding back,
no more living in fear,
no shame in falling
or shedding a tear.

Fully embracing
her true inner child,
born to be loved,
to be free, to be wild.