Support

You touch my life
without sensation.
Only looking back
do I realize;
Your hand - Your work
The times you held my hand,
wiped tears from my eyes,
as I trudged headlong
on the road to nowhere.
I still feel your hand
providing support,
allowing freedom;
unspoken guidance.
Even when I am wrong.

Blue

At the bottom of the pool
Weight pushing in on you
From every direction
   Held breath
Pulling you back toward the surface
Until you are weightless
Measured only by slight displacement

Spent oxygen bursting in your lungs
Chasing bubbles to the surface
Dodging the weight of water
As they rise together
Breaking the surface
That is only a reflection
Of a larger bubble
Surrounding you

You See

I lay my head back
Resting on your lap
As your fingers
Brush through my hair

Color for me a rainbow
Using only words
and imagination
and the touch of your hand

So I can see
With my eyes closed
The things you find
Beautiful in this world.

Coasting

I live for the dark and hoary coast
the sea changing colors
Blue reflections of heaven
with white fluffy clouds
turning green and opaque
as the clouds turn gray and silver
with the storm.
Waves crash relentless
against the rocks
shaping the coastline.

Sitting in the tall grass
on the ever shifting dunes,
looking down miles of curving sand
groomed by the wind and waves.

The marine layer closes on land
like the waves below,
drawing a sheet over my eyes
until the sun refuses to shine.
Everything wrapped in mist
glowing street lights
offer little pools of illumination
brief in the vast darkness.

Unexpected

Love is unpredictable,
the greatest puzzle of life,
key to the passage of time,
a measure of forever.
Searching with anticipation,
never achieved - never found;
it finds you . . .
with electrifying chance.
Accidental encounters,
an unanticipated moment
where everything stands still
and the rhythm of time
becomes the beating of your heart.
True love is never achieved
 . . . it is a gift.

Continuing

Another chapter closes
but the book remains unread
looking for a shift in the plot

Is it time to start the next verse?
Reinventing worlds of pain or joy;
Turn the page and begin - again
with words that can build or destroy.

Feeling all the dreams face reality
as the only means of change
Looking back into the vast void
full of memories, light and life

Now only star sparkles
from some distant radiance
shining bright enough to see
but far enough away to cool the heart.