What I see

Picture this: Brooking steps

A little kid toddles across the street,
each hand clings to another hand.
parents holding the hands of their child,
unwilling to let go,
knowing that in time
the child will pull away,
growing up and leaving.

But, for now,
as the child still needs them,
the parents relish in the moment
that they can still help their little daughter
up the steps of life
towards her future dreams

With frightful look on her face,
she approaches,
each little step at a time:
scared not of life, but of the unexpected.
Only grown will she be scared of life and
love the unexpected.

Run Together

Step in step
a life of synchrony
breath in breath

Towards Spring

Drip, drip, drip

the last snow of winter melts

as the sun shines brightly overhead.

I see the droplets of water

falling off the tips of those gleaming,

ice stalactites.

The buds of flowers just

waiting to bloom,

revealing the beautiful colors of spring.

Droplets from those ever shortening icicles

add to the morning dew of the greening grass,

an indication of the coming transition

in to Spring.

During this time,

winter is not forgotten,

spring is not yet here,

but as the birds sing

and the air warms,

it is a reminder that winter is...

coming to a close;

the ice queen's tale is ending,

and happiness is on its way.

A smile spreads across my face

knowing that all will be well

and a new, better day

will come as tomorrow.

Popped Bubbles

Pop, pop, pop

went those tiny little bubbles

floating way high up

before my fingers touch it

and pop it goes

Pop, pop, pop

goes the bubbles

trapped in cellophane wrap

before my feet touch it

and pop they go

Pop, pop, pop

goes the bubble she lived in

sealed away from the world

before I came along

and popped it

Pop, pop, pop

goes the bubble of the life I built

with us two in it

before Fate intervened

and popped it

Pop, pop, pop

goes my breakfast cereal

as the milk is poured on it

by a person now sitting alone

at the dining room table

Pop, pop, pop

goes the heart

when it realized love could possibly be

before she wrote me saying

she never loved me

and popped it

Pop, pop, pop

went that last sound of the night

and the world ended for me

like that silvery bubble

it popped

I return to the Creator

unlike the bubble made of soap

I cannot deal with

a popped heart

this bubble I created

called life

popped

Unlike the bubble made of soap

this bubble cannot be remade

by a blow of a kiss

So, in the night, you hear

Pop, pop, pop.

Deliver me from Darkness

Walking in the shadows

I saw you crying,

hoping someone would see.

I came to you, caring,

hoping you would recognize me.

Leading you to the light

became my only goal;

Because, once reached, you would be able to see

that the darkness in which you inhabited

was bleak, full of misery.

Until that day,

you will forever remain

in the shadows.

The light I bring

sheds no rays on you,

for your face is too dark to see.

You covered yourself with too many guises

for me to remove with ease,

I am the companion you seek

to rip off those masks

expose the hidden beauty

buried so far beneath;

as the layers peel away,

the person underneath

will show her true face,

and glorious it will be.

In my acts to find myself,

I removed you from that

darkest place

within the shadows

in which you lay.

Do not return to that

wicked place,

never to be seen again.

For, in the shadows,

lies no light,

and once returned,

there are no wings

to again give you flight.

I took you from the shadows

and gave you life.

Now, I ask you to lead me from

my own shadowly plight.