it is hard to love a star

my heart has sunk down
to the depths of the earth
And hidden there
Away from the pain of light
And eyes that would not love me
And hands that would not touch me
And words that would not reach me

Alone I linger in darkness
Waiting to be set free

But that is not always to be

…It is hard to love a star…

unwritten verses

We are but verses of a poem
Connected by time and death
All that was and is to be
Is written on the celestial
Body of our energy

Ours is but an unforgettable whisper
Traveling back thru time
Remnants of what used to be
Echo in the halls of our eternity
Calling to us to find
Our way home


lost to time

~lost to time~

Betrayal rips at my heart, it dangles to the floor
Once I had your heart for my own

…no more…

I have been searching the skies ever since
Looking for a glimpse of your face

Sometimes I see the stars shine down on me
And I remember your soft smile
The way you made me feel

Love that is no longer is no love for me
But heartache hung like a weight upon my breast

And a hunger that I will never satisfy

I call out your name in dreams
Longing to hold you but once again

To smell your skin, your hair, your mouth

I awake with desolation in my heart

I am lost without you.

You are not there.

Piotr and the blind woman

~Piotr and the blind woman~

There was once a god named Piotr and he fell in love with a woman who was stricken with blindness.

She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t understand what he was- but Piotr loved her still for her trusting nature; soft like a flower.

Each day Piotr would come down and whisper to her- tell her how beautiful she was… tell her how lovely and gentle her soul was. He would embrace her in her spirit form- dance with her fire, her light like a leaf on a breeze.

One day Piotr came down and she was missing. Not in her usual place. Not anywhere.

He gnashed his teeth. He thundered the sky… he cried tears of rain for days.

Where had his flower gone?

He returned daily to the spot his beloved would sit… waiting to see if she would return. Everyday he swept down, everyday he left disappointed.

One day as he came down he saw a man there waiting….

“Lord Piotr,” he asked, “why do you come here every day? Searching searching “

Piotr, taken aback by this mere mortal addressing him suchly, responded back,

“Where is the blind woman who sat here to meditate everyday? “

“Ah,” replied the man “she is gone… “

“Gone? What do you mean gone?”

“She was taken by her affliction and now she is passed. “

Piotr, fell to the ground in despair. How how could the reaper have taken such a beautiful and innocent thing? When there are so many more less worthy?

As Piotr’s tears ran into the ground, so full so love, so full of despair… a small delicate flower suddenly appeared from the earth.

Piotr touched the flower and felt that familiar fire, the flame of spirit… his heart lightened and his tears stemmed…he picked up the flower and put the glowing white bud in his hand…

and understood….

Those we love they never leave us- even when they are gone…The flame of spirit lingers on within all we touch, all we think, all we do….

Piotr carries his flower now like a flame with him- forever tucked away in the palm of his hand- forever glowing…..

dancing through all eternity; lord Piotr and his blind lover….


I feel the weight of your body
Upon me
And your breathe
In my minds eye

…You merge into my soul
An explosion of light and color…

I’m lost to the sea
To the caress of the wind
I surrender to time
Going under- giving in

the heart

~the heart~

my heart is alive with wonder
and pulsating with the glow of life;
my heart is a flower i place in your hand
to warm your soul

my heart is an open freeway
lighting energy along all ways;
my light will always find you
to move your spirit

…you are never alone…

my heart is guiding me closer
to the person i have always known
and within that process I found you
two old souls