Days and Nights

Here I sit in the quiet darkness of the night, awake as always, and you are sleeping. Our lives go on, oceans apart, hours separating us. Still somehow, we connect, just like now, when I can see you, as if you were beside me. Is it that I walk in the shadow of your dreams, [...]

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Day to Day

Today I am needing you more than ever. It has been an emotional weekend, full of ups and downs, fire, tears and great passion about everything. Now I find myself exhausted but still spinning.  If only I was in your arms and could ground it all.  There is that safety that  you  give me, that [...]

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I Am A Sculptor A Molder of Form

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has [...]

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Morning Sun

The sun is coming up this morning. As I watch its light spread over the quiet of the morning, I wonder where you were when the sun came up for you. Did it shine through your window on your dark hair as you lay sleeping? Did it warm you with it’s touch and cover you [...]

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Another Beautiful Poem

I found this beautiful poem on an equally beautiful blog, 1000petals.wordpress.com
When the Day came -
The Day I had lived and died for -
The Day that is not in any calendar -
Clouds heavy with love
Showered me with wild abundance.
Inside me, my soul was drenched.
Around me, even the desert grew green.
poem by Kabir (1440-1518), Indian poet

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Just You

Tonight I am missing you. I suppose that sounds ridiculous.  It’s just  my restless spirit longing for that connection that will soon be by my side. Still that spirit connection we have is strong, a bond between us that fills my heart. My heart aches when it is not there. You [...]

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Fair Rosamund

Once upon a time, a young maid named Fair Rosamond was murdered by jealous Queen Eleanor in the royal palace of Woodstock, near Oxford.  Despite the best efforts of King Henry II to keep his women apart, evidently he had failed.  The question that remains: who was the villain of the piece?
Was it Rosamond Clifford [...]

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Patience

Today has been one of the those days where everything bothers me more than usual.  I’ll be glad when this feeling ends and I can concentrate on important things.  Earlier today I found that my writings to you had once again been posted.  I reacted of course and wrote a hasty post about it.  After [...]

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The Letter

My love,
Today I found myself surrounded by thoughts of you. All the words I cannot say, weighed heavily on my heart and I was filled with so much emotion, that at times I found myself overcome. Sometimes I feel like a silly girl, letting something like this take control of me, but [...]

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“Art as Flirtation and Surrender”

Another beautiful poem and one that spoke to my heart.
Art as Flirtation and Surrender
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
http://www.indranet.com/potpourri/poetry/rumi/rumi1.html

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