God's Gift

A heavy tear slides down her cheek, the words of a prayer etched inside as it follows the lonely path downwards.

Her heart is weary, the dust on her feet weighing her down like they were dried in concrete.

The hopes of her dreams die and shrivel like a flower cut from its stem and left in the sun too long.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," she whispers as the remnants float away like specks of dust in the wind.

The human promises of lasting love had left her heart-broken and disappointed.

So many times she'd spent crying over what should have been, placing so many hopes on everlasting love that didn't come true.

The bitter cold of the late December night only freezes what remains of her heart.

A heart without a home, a soul without faith.

This is what life had given to her.

The barren winter landscape beyond the glass only intensified the bleakness inside her.

Tired of trying, tired of struggling.

All she wanted was to disappear and forget all the sufferings of her heart.

The frosted window gave no warmth as she rested her head against it.

The desire to be something, someone, had fizzled out like the fire in the hearth.

Just like the coals, her failures burned red and deep in the bottom of her heart, scarring the already scarred flesh there.

Happiness was a thing of the past, and all she wanted was to leave this world.

The tear, halfway down her cheek now, became bigger as it gathered more moisture;

The prayer inside it growing substantially as it continued its downward trek.

Beyond this realm, God looked at His beloved child and felt her pain.

As the girl's tear reached her chin and started to fall, He caught it upon his finger.

In His presence it glistened with the light of a thousand suns.

The prayer inside the tear He read with an understanding heart.

With a magic only He possesses, he blew on the tear, causing it to break apart into a shower of stars and sparkles.

The windowsill is flooded with tears and the girl stares at her stark reflection in the mirror.

With a sudden cry she watches as stars streak across the sky, the North star glowing ever brighter all the while.

"Don't give up." A warm voice whispers into her ear.

Shaking with awe she looks down at the windowsill she hadn't realized she'd been clinging to.

The place where her liquid sorrows had landed, there sat the most beautiful white feather she'd ever seen.

Fingers reaching out slowly, the downy softness of the feather filled her with a warmth and love she'd never felt before.

Despite all the hardships and hurt, suddenly she knew that everything was going to be ok.

All thanks to a single tear, a prayer that God Himself had seen to answer.

Filling a young heart with a hope she'd thought lost.

All She Ever Wanted

Shivering, she closes her eyes and pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

It does nothing to warm the coldness inside her heart.

A burst of wind sends the last of the fall leaves floating to the ground.

Even the trees are barren, she thinks sadly.

Eyes red and swollen, are the only signs of her unhappiness.

She'd become an expert at hiding her sadness.

The world saw a smiling, happy girl- not the desperately empty person she really was inside.

Glaring at the first visible stars through the dark gray clouds- she put some of the blame on them.

Her wishes had never come true.

No happily ever after.

No fairy god mother to turn her into a beauty.

No prince charming to capture her love.

The stars had remained balls of burning gases that let her down.

Her dreams and excitement for life had been cut short by the reality of doing what she had to do instead of what she would have done to be happy.

The lies he'd told had led her to trust no one.

His unfaithfulness caused her to not believe in love.

She made it through each day with an ebbing numbness inside.

Like she was just sleep-walking through this life.

All she ever wanted was a good man.

A man to be faithful and honest.

His heart would rise and set to her each day.

His kisses would always be filled with passion.

He would love her despite all her flaws.

Racking her brain, she tried to remember the last time she'd felt like a woman and not an object.

She couldn't.

This love had meant giving up all that she was and would ever be- to just skin and bones existing.

Pieces of herself had fallen away, leaving nothing but an empty shell of a hardened heart.

With a strange calm, she somehow knew that this was just a long goodbye.

A whisper of wind blew a tiny speck of moisture at her.

Wonder filled her as she noticed it had started to snow.

The dark clouds above had opened up.

Fat snowflakes floated down gently, landing on her body as if they were miniature kisses from God.

The hurt and loneliness that had been her constant companion melted with the snowflakes against the heat of her skin.

In the quiet darkness she swore she heard the sound of wings.

Holding her arms out she twirled, praying on every snowflake-

Knowing that no two were alike.

Maybe where the stars had failed, the snow would succeed.

It had a magic all its own.

As they melted, they became a part of her.

All I ever wanted, she thought, was to be free to find the love I deserve.

Snowflakes falling softly, the promise of something better makes her smile, and a small piece of her soul comes back to her as the wind quietly whispers miracles in her ears.

Too Late

The scent of roses hang heavily in the air.

A sense of joyful anticipation goes through the crowd.

Everyone is waiting.

From the very last pew in the farthest corner I sit, my stomach in knots.

The coldness from the hard wood seeps into the rest of my body.

My hands are clammy, twisting the strap of my purse as I sit there.

Every seat is filled with strangers- people I could have known.

The music starts and everyone rises- smiles on their faces.

Usually when the music starts you're supposed to look at the bride.

Not me.

My eyes are focused on the groom.

My breath catches and my heart shatters into a million pieces as I look at him.

The golds and blues from the stained glass windows behind him sets his happy aura afire.

I cover my mouth with a Kleenex to mute the sound of agony escaping my lips.

But the music is so loud no one would have heard anyways.

The love and glistening of happy tears sparkles in his eyes as he watches his love float towards him- a vision in white.

He doesn't know I exist.

It wasn't easy keeping my love a secret from him.

I knew he was my soul-mate the moment we met on the playground at age five.

Through the years I waited, knowing that someday we'd be together forever.

But the words "I love you," came way too late.

Tears stream down my face as the lovers join hands and their vows are spoken.

I feel lower than low, my heart raw from the pain.

A chorus of applause goes up as the couple faces the congregation.

My dreams evaporate- disappearing like the smoke from the unity candle.

I was too late now-

No way to redeem myself.

My vision blurs as he walks past.

A slight flicker of his eyes in my direction and I knew he'd seen me.

And just like that, like the sun shining in through the windows-

He was gone.

Leaving darkness and heartache in his wake.

Lying With Lonely

She cries herself to sleep at night.

Knowing living this way just isn't right.

She knows she's not the girl she used to be-

But her soul cries out, wanting to be free.

Once upon a time she dreamed of a man coming to her rescue on a big white horse-

But that is just a fairy tale, of course.

All she ever wanted was an honorable man, someone strong-

Who would tell her his arms was where she belonged.

A man to kiss her, hug her, hold her tight-

Instead of making her feel lonely every night.

Her pillow, soaking wet with tears-

Only points out her heart's worst fears.

That man she dreamed of long ago-

Has since turned into someone she doesn't know.

The moon catches a tear as it shines through the glass-

Illuminating the hurts of the past.

She pulls the covers up over her heart-

Knowing that with her dreams she must part.

If only, if only to die from a broken heart-

Maybe then, in another life, she would get a brand new start.

Lying in bed with a stranger only makes you blue-

For all those dreams, that didn't come true.

Moonlit Mists

The bitterly cold wind whips her thick chestnut curls about her face.

Miniature streams of moisture course down her cheeks like lazy rivers.

To a stranger's eye, the tears would be described only as a cause of the cold wind blowing into her face.

No one would actually know they are tears of a broken heart.

Arms wrapped around herself-her only comfort, she cries for the loss her heart has endured.

Memories of him pass through her mind like a swirling fog- nothing seems clear anymore.

Looking down she notices the blades of grass shining like pillars of sparkling diamonds.

It only reminds her of the captivating light in his eyes she once saw.

The moon hanging full and low, almost touchable in its splendor, reaches out with its incandescent arms to caress her face.

But tonight, she is numb to the charm.

She'd been lying in bed, forcing her mind to stop thinking about him.

That's when the moon had shown through the curtains.

Under it's control, she had come outside to see what secrets the orb would reveal.

What an interesting thing- to be caught up in the moon's power.

Even the stars can't resist her- all vying for spots as close as they can get to her.

She shivers, her skin pale, eyes red-rimmed and puffy from lack of sleep.

Silently she curses her fickle heart for not being able to say goodbye.

Every night the moon beckons to her, awakening those memories she tries so hard to push down deep inside.

But like the sweeping fog of the early morning, his memory hangs about her.

In her mind's eye she can see him, but as soon as she reaches out, he disappears with a mocking laugh.

Sleep is pointless when the moon is always there to remind her that the moment her eyes close- there he'll be.

Always lurking in the moonlit mists of her dreams.

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The Lonely Night

The lonely sigh escapes her lips.

She's thankful it's only echoed by the darkness around her.

Once again she finds herself unable to sleep.

It's as if the moon holds some kind of power, keeping her awake as the rest of the world slumbers.

Loneliness covers her like a blanket, its tattered edges hanging at her feet.

Funny, how her mind can be so alive this time of night.

Not for the first time she wonders if she's the only one who suffers in this way.

It's almost as if her brain is allergic to the sun- becoming foggy and empty.

But as soon as the moon's light reaches her, covering her in its luminous glow, suddenly thoughts and emotions come rushing.

Almost like a mighty dam breaking, spilling its contents.

Stars come out one by one as a tear trails down her cheek.

Knowing you've wished on every star is depressing.

She always winds up hoping one more will appear that she hasn't wished on.

Remembering the happy time he was in her life before the bottom fell out makes her smile for a moment.

Why does friendship have to be so complicated?

Now the emptiness of his absence just makes her feel as if she's incomplete in some way.

Damn the luck of life moving on as if losing a friend was just a trivial matter of little consequence.

It seems saying "I'm sorry," is too much to ask.

Crickets serenade her as the midnight breeze flows through her hair.

Pushing all the old memories down, she locks them away in that small part of her heart.

Only the moonbeams have the power to unlock those memories.

Giving up, another sigh slips through because she knows tomorrow night will be the same.

Cherry Blossom Angel

Alone in the darkness I stand.

I inhale deeply and the scent of earth after a good rain invades my senses.

Looking up, the domed veil of blackness is alight with thousands of glittering orbs.

Full and luminescent the moon shines tonight.

I look down into the valley and smile to myself when I hear the hint of the rushing river down below.

The limbs of the cherry trees around me dance a slow tune with the breeze.

In the silence i hear the voice of an angel.

My eyes close- dare I hope?

I turn, and there he stands, as if Nature's music lead him to me.

Slowly he comes closer until he's but a breath away.

Sure this is an angel, for the moon's light has given him a white halo.

His voice is soft and deep as he whispers my name.

I reach out slowly and touch the smooth sheen of his golden cheek.

Soft as an angels' feathers.

Bright blue eyes reach out to me and I drown in their depths.

His strong arms surround me and my knees weaken.

Leaning in to me, his lips touch mine, softly clinging as if even they know we are meant to be one.

The wind picks up and I look up and laugh as thousands of pink cherry blossom petals fall toward us.

The alluring aroma swirls around us like tendrils of hair flowing in the wind.

My breath catches when I look into your eyes and see love shining there.

"Fly with me," he whispers as his lips touch mine once more.

Up I go, into the light and wonder he makes for me.

Into forever we go, with cherry blossom petals and sparkling stars to guide us.

Losing Myself

The misty fog surrounding my thoughts seems to have become a permanent fixture.

Pain and sadness swirl around in dizzying eddies up there- dancing merrily in each others' company.

The pain seeps into my body, like blood slowly dripping down a wall- consuming what's underneath.

So much so until there's nothing left but the faint memory of a healthy body and conscience.

Sadness creeps in behind the pain.

Like a decaying stench, it covers everything.

I feel hollow inside and the starkness of my features reveals this truth.

Like a rose deprived of moisture, I shrivel and shrink into myself.

The sunlight is warm on my skin but all it does is dry me up inside where I start to crumble with every whisper of the spring wind.

Even the stars, which so often have brought me peace, have lost their charm on me.

There they shine, unaffected by my tears, my sorrows.

It angers me because no one seems to understand my pain, the fears I have to live with inside my heart.

My heart aches, no longer filled with hopes and promises.

Slowly and quietly I reach for Sadness' hand and walk with it into the dark abyss.

Too tired to fight, too tired to care, I disappear into the darkened recesses of my mind- lost for always.

Message In A Bottle

SILENTLY HE SITS WATCHING THE WAVES GENTLY LAP THE SHORE.

A CRESCENT MOON HANGS PERFECTLY AMID A STAR-SOAKED SKY.

THE SOFT BREEZE RIPPLES THE WAVES AS SHADOWS OF SEAGULLS DART ACROSS THE SKY.

THE WATER-TOP GLISTENS WITH THE MOON'S MILKY RAYS.

FLAMES FLICKER AND HUNGRILY CONSUME THE WOOD MEANT FOR IT.

HE STARES AT IT, LOST IN MEMORIES OF A LOVE LOST.

SEEMS A LIFETIME AGO, WHEN HIS DAYS WERE FILLED WITH HER SMILE, AND NIGHTS FILLED WITH LOVE AND PASSION FEW EVER FIND.

THE COLD GLASS OF THE BOTTLE HE HOLDS IN HIS HAND REMINDS HIM OF HOW HE'S NEVER LET GO.

THE FIRE'S LIGHT DANCES ACROSS THE SEA GREEN COLORED BOTTLE, A NOTE ROLLED NEATLY INSIDE.

FOR ALL THOSE TIMES HIS HEART HAS ACHED, FOR ALL THE MOMENTS HE SAID THE WRONG THING.

MAYBE THIS SIMPLE LETTER OF LOVE WILL EXPLAIN IN WAYS HE NEVER COULD.

THE FIRE POPS AND SENDS A SHOWER OF GOLDEN SPARKS INTO THE AIR.

HE WATCHES IN SILENT CAPTIVATION AS THEY FLIT ABOUT UP INTO THE SKY LIKE FAIRY DUST, AS IF THEY ALONE WERE AN ANSWER TO HIS SILENT PRAYERS.

THE LONELINESS INSIDE HIM BECKONED, AND HE GRASPS THE BOTTLE TIGHTER.

RUBBING TIREDLY AT HIS MISTY EYES HE SLOWLY MAKES HIS WAY TO THE WATER'S EDGE, SOMEHOW CALMED BY THE SOFT SAND SQUISHING BETWEEN HIS TOES.

BRINGING THE BOTTLE TO HIS LIPS, HE GENTLY KSISES IT, HOPING THAT THE TREASURE INSIDE STAYS SAFE.

WITH A MIGHTY TOSS IT SAILS THROUGH THE AIR TO LAND WITH A SPLASH IN THE DARK WATERS.

A SILENT PRAYER, HE SENDS UP.

LET THE FINDER OF THESE WORDS OF LOVE TEACH THEM THAT LIFE IS TOO PRECIOUS TO ALWAYS STAND ON THE SHORE.

SAIL THE WATERS, THOUGH THE DESTINATION IS NOT KNOWN.

BECAUSE WITHOUT THE JOURNEY, ALL YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT IS THE SAND BENEATH YOUR FEET AND A NEVER-ENDING ACHE IN YOUR HEART THAT NEVER FOUND A SAFE HARBOR TO NOURISH IT.

What it Means to Me

I take a slow, deep breath and I wait.

My eyes flutter shut as the world around me disappears.

The light from the sun shines golden behind my eyelids as I slowly breathe in and out.

A warming calm seeps through my body and I feel it coming.

A slow smile spreads across my face as the grip on my pen tightens.

I'm on the brink; waiting for what I know is to come; that magical force I've always had that appears when I need it.

A force unseen guides my hand as it glides over the paper, leaving its mark.

Each word is love, knowledge of my soul's mind expressing truth.

These words are my essence; as they slowly leave my body to become thoughts frozen in time.

I sit back, looking down at the finished script feeling a little sad.

I can not describe what it means to me to see my creation in all its glory in front of me.

It seemed only to take a moment, this jewel of my heart.

For a moment I feel drained, my essence seemingly gone from my body.

But then I remember.

I remember that my essence ebbs and flows like the tides of the great oceans; it always comes back and fills the space left open.

And like the waves, I am left with the assurance that my words will flow out and be caught up in someone else's heart.

To make them laugh, to make them cry, to make them have a better understanding of life.

To touch a life, there is no greater accomplishment.

So I give you up, my words, in the hope angels carry you far.

Ride gently upon their wings and fall gracefully to this earth.

Let them be heard, so people may know, just what writing means to me.

Promise of the Lotus

I SHIELD MY EYES FROM THE BURNING ORB OF DAY'S FADING LIGHT.

I SMILE TO MYSELF, NOTICING THAT THE BURNT ORANGE AND REDS OF THE SKY MATCH PERFECTLY THE COLORS OF MY ROBE.

THE BREEZE IS WARM, I FEEL IT CARESSING MY SKIN-URGING ME GENTLY ONWARD TO MY DESTINATION.

I STAND IN WONDER BENEATH A WONDROUS TREE.

REACHING OUT I CARESS ITS TIME-ROUGHENED BARK, KNOWING THAT THIS IS THE PLACE I WAS MEANT TO BE.

I PLACE MYSELF AT THE BASE, ATOP THE COOL GREEN GRASS.

PART OF ME IS AFRAID OF THIS JOURNEY I MUST TAKE.

BUT I FEEL IT IS MY CALLING.

TWILIGHT GATHERS IN THE HEAVENS AS STARS GENTLY TWINKLE INTO THEIR PLACES FOR THE NIGHT.

I TAKE A DEEP BREATH, INHALING THE SWEET SCENT OF THE EARTH.

FROM THE FOLDS OF MY ROBE I FIND MY TREASURE.

IN THE GROWING DARKNESS I CAN JUST BARELY MAKE OUT ITS SHAPE.

BUT MY HANDS KNOW THE SOFT PETALS OF THIS FLOWER WELL.

ITS PERFUMED SWEETNESS FLOATS UP TO ME ON THE BREEZE.

THIS BEAUTIFUL, DELICATE LOTUS, MY FAVORITE FLOWER IN ALL THE WORLD.

TAKING DEEP STEADY BREATHS, I CLOSE MY EYES AND ENTER A PLACE WHERE MY BODY CANNOT FOLLOW.

WARMTH AND LIGHT SURROUND ME, AND I REACH FOR IT, KNOWING THAT JUST BEYOND MY FINGERTIPS LIES A PLACE WHERE I KNOW THE ANSWERS I SEEK AWAIT.

AND WITH THAT PROMISE, A SMILE ON MY LIPS, THIS MIRACULOUS PLACE IS OPENED UNTO ME WITH THE BRIGHTNESS OF TEN THOUSAND SUNS AS I TAKE MY FIRST STEPS INTO THE UNKNOWN.

Two Sides Of Love

I watched as he made his way down to the water's edge.

The March wind blew at his snow white hair, ruffling it, making it look like he'd just run his hands through it.

Today he wore a light flannel shirt tucked into a pair of jeans.

Besides his hair, you'd never guess that he'd seen five more winters than myself.

Tall and lean, I watched in longing as he leaned down to pick up a sea shell, ever so gently rubbing the sand from it.

Oh how I wished he would show the same affection towards me.

The strength of those fisherman hands touching my face in a tender caress.

Oh how I've dreamed!

With a sigh I watch once more.

A smile crosses his face as he walks against the wind, the movement increasing the wrinkles on his face.

He was a man who had lived, with each line marking the passage of time and the character that living a full life brings.

Every day, rain or shine, he makes his way along the beach.

And every day I sit alone, dreaming and watching from my rocking chair, the man that I've always loved.

Maybe today he would come, I thought with a hopeful sigh.





The salty smell of the wind made his nose tingle as he walked along the beach.

Having been a fisherman most of his life, he knew today would have been a good day to bring in the fish.

But that time was long gone now, having hung up his fisherman's hat to enjoy what was left of his life.

It was such a nice day today, the sun was warm on his face and he had not a care in the world.

As he walked he came upon a seashell sticking up out of the sand.

Leaning down he picked it up, gently rubbing the sand from it.

Instantly he thought of her.

The shell was the softest of pinks, reminding him of her cheeks when he gave her a compliment.

For as long as he could remember she had been his neighbor.

There were many nights when he would stand on his porch, just out of sight, and watch her adoringly as she rocked back and forth on her front porch swing.

Oh what it would be like to sit and hold her hand and watch the stars come out!

He had loved her for so long he couldn't remember when the feeling had first hit him.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

As he walked, he knew from somewhere in the house she watched him.

It was always on his mind to go knock on her door and urge her to walk with him.

But the bumbling old man he was didn't know just how to go about wooing a woman anymore.

He thought of her steel gray hair, worn long and free at her shoulders.

Always he had the urge to run his fingers through it.

The days had grown into years, seemingly in a blur, and still she had never made a move.

He was getting old, even he knew time was growing short.

Today was the day, he told himself.

With a determined glint in his eye, he slowly made his way to her front door.

Before he could knock, there she stood, door standing wide open and questioning hazel eyes gazing back at him.

Without a word he handed her the sea shell.

He watched as a blush stole across her cheeks.

"I've always loved you," he whispered hoarsely before he gathered her into his arms and gave her a kiss that sent them both into a bliss only soul mates would know.

With the sun shining warmly and a soft breeze blowing in off the ocean, two souls united for the first time, their love taking them to heights even the stars couldn't follow.

Second Chances

With a loneliness no one knows, he sits dejected in his chair.

The signs of a hard life show in the sagged line of his mouth and the determined way in which he grabs the bottle.

The long greasy strands of his black hair hang in disarray, as if the life from them too, has been sucked out.

Low firelight flickers, casting long shadows across the dark room.

His eyes stare glassy and unseeing as the fire hungrily consumes the wood in the fireplace.

Too many nights he’d spent just this way.

The scorching of the whiskey no longer affects him as he swallows hard, waiting for the drink to numb his veins.

If only it could numb his heart the way it did everything else.

Shaking fingers grasp the frayed edges of the faded picture.

The smiling faces of his wife and children stare back at him.

He tries hard to remember the sound of their voices, their laughter, but like the photograph, the memory has faded with time.

Nine years today he got the call.

The voice on the other end of the line had been slow and cautious.

Images flashed through his mind of the drunk driver crashing into his wife’s car at seventy miles an hour.

His entire life ended that day.

Now he sits alone, despair whispering into his ear dark thoughts.

The light in his life had died that day along with his family.

Everything he’d taken for granted hung like skeletons in the closet.

A tear slips down his grizzled cheek and steely determination makes his grip on the gun surer.

The time to join his loved ones has been too long a wait and it’s time to make it happen.

With a half-hearted prayer he whispers for forgiveness as he pulls the trigger.

The sound reverberates within the empty walls of the house.

Heart racing, breathing deeply, he opens his eyes.

In a daze his trembling hands open the bullet chamber.

Dropping to his knees he stares at the lone bullet still in its place.

Looking up he cries, and the scent of his wife's perfume fills the air.

"It's not your time," he swears he hears between the pounding in his ears.

A warmth not caused by the whiskey flows through his veins.

The light he’d been missing for so long slowly fills his eyes as he drops the gun and bottle with a new vow and a bright hope in his heart.

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Beneath the glow of the midnight moon he lies next to me.

The cool breeze from the open window ruffles his hair and my fingers itch to run through its downy softness.

Such a sweet contradiction, a man is.

All hard lines and muscled physique give off the aura of strength, while his touch is softer than the petals of a rose.

He is the last of a dying breed, this man.

The true romantic in every way.

His eyes are so tender when they look at me, the swirling amber lights in them resting on me, putting to memory the love written on my face beneath the moon's light.

When he looks at me, he sees not the imperfections of a plain woman with no special features that would make her beautiful.

To him, the sweetest poem by Frost or Shakespeare falls short of explaining how he feels for me.

Instead, he sees the truest of poetry in my eyes and behind my every smile.

How lucky I am, to be considered beautiful by him, and for me to be able to hold his heart.

I fall into the depths of his love, riding the waves as they hold me and ever so gently carry me home.

Sharply I inhale as the callused pad of his thumb reaches out and traces the line of my lips.

Never breaking eye contact, he leans forward and I can almost taste the desire on his lips.

"My love," he whispers as his hands frame my face and his lips touch mine.

As stars explode behind my eyes I'm drawn completely into the love we share.

Outside the moon continues to shine, and the breeze still blows.

But inside, the passion we have is creating a new world of its own and I gladly succumb to its magic.

With Love, Dear One

Look up, my dear one, and gaze upon the heavens.

So beautiful, so endless.

How miraculous, the ever-changing but un-changed sky.

Many times in this life you will come along those who wish to change you- do not let them.

The sun does not stop shining just because someone wants it to.

So must you follow, not allowing others to change the beauty that is within you.

Stay true to your heart, my dear one, no matter how many times it may break.

Unrest will always be a factor in this life, but that is ok, because without it, we can not grow.

You have been given the most precious gift, that of an eternal life.

Take it with care, my dear one.

Nurture it well so that it grows beyond all boundaries.

Look up at the heavens, my dear one, and know that your soul shines with the brightness of the sun.

If you let your truth and love guide you, you will always be flying with the grace of the angels.

So close your eyes, my dear one, and let your soul take flight to places beyond this world where you will always have the promise of never-ending love.

In the Shadows

In the middle of the night I find myself outside.

The ground is damp but I pay it no mind as I lean back and stare up at the ink blank sky.

Stars twinkle at me from their home in the heavens and I start to feel small compared to the rest of the universe.

It's not hard to feel that way; small and insignificant, I mean.

My whole life I've spent my time just getting by.

I've always kept my head down, doing what was expected of me and becoming someone unmemorable in the process.

I will never be one of those people you read about in the history books that did something grand for the sake of the human race.

My life after I'm gone will hardly cause a blip.

I spend my days schlepping through the trenches of life, just trying to do the best I can with what little faith I've got.

This shell of skin I inherit is a lemon I'd rather trade in for a prettier model.

Most times I can't even look at myself in the mirror, so disgusted I am at the way my body and face have grown into something I no longer recognize.

It's not easy going through life knowing you're insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

What I wouldn't give to be a star.

No one expects it to do anything grand but to shine at night along with all the other stars.

If only.

The sound of crickets serenading the creatures of the night brings my back to reality.

It's back to the world where I fade into the shadows to finish off my lonely existence.

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Heart Of A Poet: Untitled- Written by Alicia Tags: "I stand alone in the silent night, with only the sound of my breathing to keep me company. The moon is a bright shining orb in the blacken..."

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I stand alone in the silent night, with only the sound of my breathing to keep me company.

The moon is a bright shining orb in the blackened sky, watching over us all.

The crisp air stings my nostrils as little puffs of air escape from them as if I were smoking like the stack of a freight train.

The waters of the marsh stand still tonight.

The cattails stand alert, ready to dip at the slightest breath of air.

The night casts its silver reflection over them and I gaze up at the star-soaked sky.

I enjoy this quiet beauty while it is mine alone to hold.

Somewhere a solitary bird cries and I find myself looking into the trees, looking for it without success.

With delight, as I look through the trees, and if I turn my head just so, it looks as if some stars are hung to the tree limbs like small sparkling lights.

I find myself thanking God for the treasure he has given me, knowing that for the rest of my days I will remember what I've seen here.

Maybe if I'm lucky, when I'm gone, my soul will choose to come back to this place and my light can shine on the branches like the stars have for countless ages and more to come.