We attempt rescue, unable to bear
the stardust-coated dragonfly
beat, beat, beating
frantic on the glass.

We entice him to perch
on our extended lifeline-broom
nurse him in a box, where he flutters
quivers, lies quietly blue.

My son cries bitterly
as we place a minute cross
upon the dragonfly grave
while intoning our final goodbyes:

We honor those who have fallen victim
to this fatal architectural trap, lured
by skylights of enticing white-light death
and the paned illusion of freedom.

In admiration of winged determination
and perseverance in the face of futility
we carefully tend the fragile, curved bodies
lay them here to rest under the mock orange.

years of gauze-weighted detritus
swept beneath these ponderous shrubs
a reminder - what seems like freedom
                                                         ­           often isn’t.

if i could make a wish. it would be for love and peace

all the wars and fighting would forever cease

we could live in harmony the way that it should be

in world of love in a world thats free.



living all together with a future bright

hand in hand together we could all unite

this would be my wish and what it would be for

a world of love and peace and free again once more

I hide my poetry from you,
to hide the things so painfully true,
the things I don't have, the words to say,
so I keep them from you, but maybe one day...
I won't have to.

I think I know why
You're so jealous
I think I know why
You're thinking I still love him

Your thoughts
Are a reflection
Of you heart

You get jealous
Because you are still in love
With your past
But it has locked its doors
And you cannot enter

And so you think
That maybe, maybe
I, too,
Am knocking
On my past's doors.

But I was the one to lock the doors
I can't see why you get jealous
When in all truthfulness,
I don't love him anymore

But maybe, maybe,
Maybe you're the one still knocking
On your past's door.

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
The way you smile
How beautifully you dance
I see your heart
It's so gentle and white in the purest form

Your strength is relentless
Your determination always prevalent

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
I've had the honour
The time
To watch you grow
My aim was to guide you
To teach you
Yet you have taught me so much more
Your energy
Humour
Fun
Intelligence
Shines like the brightest star

My eyes have captured so many visions of you
From the first day I held you
And each night since
I have watched you sleep
Stroked your beautiful face
Wishing all the best for you
Hoping all your dreams will come true
Being your mother
Has been the greatest blessing
As I remember each moment
Treasured Memories
My eyes capturing so many visions of you
Painting daily........
A portrait of my love ~