What I See

I see a glow of flaming embers Burning brightly through a dark forest, Illuminating the woods to the sky, Marking its territory for all those Who have needed to find comfort and warmth; I see shining sparkles, a gleam, A hint of glee, mirth, And Christmas lights all lit up And brightening a room Full of presents and anticipation; I see lust and desire, growing and sprinting; Brown eyes round and wide To engulf and swallow up As much of life that is Accessible, available, and ready to be consumed; I see age and wrinkles, Maturity and wisdom Bourne from years of risk, Willfulness, curiosity, ambition, and dreams deferred and dashed. Yet there lives, flickers of what is still yet to come and be done. When I look in your eyes, when you look at me, That is all that I see.

Self-Realization

I tried to be an Observer of Life; To sit in the background and Clap for those out front In the limelight. I tried to be the wings beneath the wind Of family and friends, And celebrate their uniqueness as I Stayed behind and let their flames glow bright. I tried to suppress my need to run, To soar, to fly, to glide across all the Opportunities that parade about And dare you to dare to risk it all. I tried to be someone else Who was not me, And I almost lost myself In utter misery, Until I realized that being a Happy Me Would achieve all of the above And still allow Me to Be.

Friends with Benefits
	I was suffering from desire of Unmet needs of the flesh; You came to help, not just with your body, But also your emotions. You came to save yourself and your future By appeasing my needs for the present. Yet both of us received something unexpected - An evening of calm, and unhurried, Mutual sharing of our hearts. 10/28/96

Perfection

He squeezes the toothpaste wherever it goes; He makes me happy when I’m feeling low. He puts down the toilet lid, and I have to look before I go. He folds clothes like he’s never seen them folded before. He makes breakfast that is perfect. Has a rough exterior - one has to look below the surface. He leaves the shower head dripping, And dirty dishes in the kitchen. He checks to see if I am okay, And calls me while at work during the day He peppers his conversations with curse words, But he’s so funny, I can barely breathe. I am as happy as a woman can be. Perfection is in the Eye of the Beholder. ©10/6/06

Love Is..........

Love doesn't need passion, nor flames of bright fire; Love doesn't require butterflies, or stomach churning at first view. No fire works can ignite the need for another. Love flows with the little things that warm you And lull you to sleep at peace.   Love is quiet, even while it speaks to you; A calmness inside flows throughout. It is a smile that stays long after the view That warms you for hours, And holds you together.   When your well of sadness fills too high, Love can catch your sickness of heart, And change your mood to inner peace.   Love is Eternally Undisturbed. It fills a heart with joy, A body with anticipation, A mind with hope, A world that is infinitely whole.

His Love

When I wake up in the morning, He makes me breakfast. If he does something that makes me sad, He works hard to correct it. He watches my moves, To make sure I’m okay; Snuggles close to me at night, And calls me at work every day. He tends to my needs And I tend to his, too; This is what two people in love Are supposed to do. I know I don’t say it As often as I should, But I would be heartbroken Without my Hollywood.