Dreams Come True

Someone who listens. Someone who genuinely cares. Someone who will hold my hand and hold me close. Who will want to stay with me even after all my hairs have gone gray. Thought it was only a fantasy…but it’s now real. So this was written in response to Debbie’s challenge to write something with the

Just You

What is this that I am feeling Why are my walls shaking And breaking And what is this that I feel I am needing?   Is it you? Is it me? I look you in the eyes And there’s something there that I can’t deny   A spark A connection An understanding of each other

Ecstasy

Holding your hand Under the starry night Never thought we’d get here To this place in time   I never want time to continue Just stop, freeze right now So this won’t end And I won’t have to let go of your hand   Don’t think about what’s coming Just focus on the now Where

A Cracked Vase

I got to thinking about love, and how you can put it out there, but there’s no guarantee that it will be returned. How it can, and has, been trampled on, thrown out and shattered, how it goes through a lot of pain and suffering for others, and how it’s like two things: A flower