Tip - Toe

If ever I wake

Before you dear

I'd watch you sleep

Thinking you dear

My mind at peace

Thoughts sublime

Of love and caring

And endless time

My heart so still

Your breath hypnotic

I'll bet your glad

I'm not psychotic (yeah.... well you try and rhyme hypnotic!)

You are my angel

Sent from above

I thank God

It's you I love

Messenger

It had snowed for two days. Waking on the morning of the third I found the sun shining through crystalline blue skies. As I drank in the freshness and beauty of the strange little valley I found myself in, my eyes noticed a shadow moving. Moving? Darting, hovering, darting again from flower to flower in the bush of fuzzy red berries in my backyard. It was the end of November, the ground frozen, leaves off trees. Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

It had to be a sparrow. Again it darted, wings a blur, body still, seeking to serve flowers long frozen. I smile and wondered what it was doing. Tried to remember what it meant when they stayed close by.  My mind empty, then suddenly full, afraid for its life. Wouldn't it get eaten? Who's lunch would it be? Doesn't it know its supposed to move on? Move south where it's warm. Move on with your friends. Why have you stayed and risked it all? It's winter not fall. I sat and pondered what I was seeing. Looking for an explanation, looking for meaning. Again it darted, darted away.

A smile on my lips

I faced the new day

If something so small

So fragile, so tiny

Makes its own calls

What's to stop me

From creating it all

My life has its seasons

It's summer I feel

Life near a beach

Has an appeal

My hair looks like winter

It's true

But, it's my time that matters

Not theirs, nor their rule

Time to love, to sing and to dance

Time to kiss, to hug, pull close and romance

I sit down to write

To share what I've seen

To try to explain

What it all means

I sit and I ponder

Is it still there?

Will I see it again?

Will it stay near?

Aware in an instant

It no longer matters

Miracle messenger

Fly on to the south

Warm succulent blossoms

Wait for your mouth

To serve and to seed

Moving life forward

Thank you for stopping

For feeding my soul

Now get a move on

Before the next snow

Locked Down

Lid on tight

No action in sight

Still the water's boiling

Glassy pond so still

Reflective and quiet

Still the water's teeming

Power in reserve

Strength quietly collecting

Still the water's turning

Turbines in motion

Energy is flowing

Dams face quiet still

Sleeper Car

Feeling her hand in mine, my heart filled with joy. Looking into her eyes I pulled her close and I whispered, "welcome home".  Traveling through time the way we have for so long, finding each other newly in each pass, re-igniting a love millenniums old never fails to amaze and delight me.  Depending on the learning, sometimes she recognizes me first and brings me home - the wonder and excitement of reconnecting with the love of our lives a key milestone in every pass. 

Each pass is only the same in that we choose our individual course and know that we will leverage those learning's in our combined course.

None of this matters as I look in her eyes and pull her to my lips, drinking from her lips a nectar I never can get enough of.  While we always choose different bodies to play in, her nectar never changes.

"Where are we going," she asks, her eyes wide and wondering. "We'll find out together," I answer, not knowing.  The desire to know so strong and the need to experience paramount. If we knew, the pass would be unneeded, the learning always found in the experience and not the plan.

She folds in to my arms, her strong beautiful body, supple and warm. At least we got that right this time, the fit of our bodies perfect and comfortable.

"I've got a sleeper coach," I whisper, "I want you now."  She smiles at my urgency, no fear, but a distant recognition starting to glimmer in her eyes.. "Are you always so sure of yourself," she asks. "Only with you," I answer.  Her hand tightens in mine as she smiles, "I feel like I've known you forever".  Duh, I think in the parlance of the time, laughing as I drift at light speed through the span of our lives together.  "I want to know you forever,"  I answer and taking her hand lead her to our sleeper car.......