The wind blew
Warm and salty
Tangling the strands of her hair
As she gazed over the ocean,
Languid waves lapped
Against the sandy shore,
Their gentle sound
Soothing her inner turmoil.
Fluffy clouds chased
A blue drenched sky
Stretching out into forever.
Her heart lay beyond
The distant horizon
And she felt the pull
Along with the tide
Friday, October 17, 2014
Friday, October 10, 2014
Joy
On the eve of the 1 year anniversary of your passing, this is for you, Nan.
I often sit and think about the conversations we never had, all the stories that made up your life, stories I never heard. I wonder about the things you saw, the music you heard, the people you loved.. the tapestry of your life. I wish I knew the way you felt inside where nobody else could see, what hidden secrets, hopes and dreams formed the very foundation of You.
I long to know who you were before I met you, the things that made your heart swell with joy, the things that made you cry yourself to sleep at night. Did you ever gaze in the mirror seeking to find yourself? Did you know with an utmost conviction exactly who you were?
Did you long for something more?
Were you anything like me?
I think about how I took your presence for granted . You were always there, with a mischievous smile and a wicked laugh. I remember listening to the sound of your voice as you sang your favourite songs. You were so beautiful.
You had a fierce strength that I admired. A sense of humour that I shared. You were so open and compassionate, so full of joy.
I miss you every day.
Before you left, I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, I wanted to tell you how much I love you but the full depth of my feelings could not be conveyed by mere words and you wouldn’t have heard me anyway.. though I like to think that maybe, just maybe, deep down, you might have. From my soul to yours.
I don’t know what it’s like where you are, I don’t know if ‘you’ are really anywhere but I hope that one day we will sit together again, and I will have the courage to take your hand in mine and tell you everything I never said when you were here. I hope you will fill my heart with your stories, with your laughter and joy and that you will know how deeply you were loved.
I often sit and think about the conversations we never had, all the stories that made up your life, stories I never heard. I wonder about the things you saw, the music you heard, the people you loved.. the tapestry of your life. I wish I knew the way you felt inside where nobody else could see, what hidden secrets, hopes and dreams formed the very foundation of You.
I long to know who you were before I met you, the things that made your heart swell with joy, the things that made you cry yourself to sleep at night. Did you ever gaze in the mirror seeking to find yourself? Did you know with an utmost conviction exactly who you were?
Did you long for something more?
Were you anything like me?
I think about how I took your presence for granted . You were always there, with a mischievous smile and a wicked laugh. I remember listening to the sound of your voice as you sang your favourite songs. You were so beautiful.
You had a fierce strength that I admired. A sense of humour that I shared. You were so open and compassionate, so full of joy.
I miss you every day.
Before you left, I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, I wanted to tell you how much I love you but the full depth of my feelings could not be conveyed by mere words and you wouldn’t have heard me anyway.. though I like to think that maybe, just maybe, deep down, you might have. From my soul to yours.
I don’t know what it’s like where you are, I don’t know if ‘you’ are really anywhere but I hope that one day we will sit together again, and I will have the courage to take your hand in mine and tell you everything I never said when you were here. I hope you will fill my heart with your stories, with your laughter and joy and that you will know how deeply you were loved.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
The Artist
I wanted to make something beautiful
To feel the colours on my skin
I wanted to breathe in the purity
And shatter what was frozen within
I needed to write words of beauty
To describe the look on your face
I needed to paint you in colour
Each brushstroke a feathery trace
I longed to create you in moments
Each second ticking by, an age
I longed to hold you forever
But your spirit I would not cage
To feel the colours on my skin
I wanted to breathe in the purity
And shatter what was frozen within
I needed to write words of beauty
To describe the look on your face
I needed to paint you in colour
Each brushstroke a feathery trace
I longed to create you in moments
Each second ticking by, an age
I longed to hold you forever
But your spirit I would not cage
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