October Rain
Cold droplets slap the red leaves of autumn
Like cleansing tears from a healing soul.
They are neither vibrant nor filled with hope.
Nobody sings or dances joyfully with them.
They just fall.
Without anyone to cherish them,
Without anyone who cares to notice,
They are forgotten.
Lost opportunities,
Fading memories,
Desperately clinging onto a hope
They can no longer even recognize.
I see you.
I smell the dampness you bring.
I sense your quiet emptiness.
Drench me in your mourning.
I do not care if the sun ever shines,
As long as we have each other.
Purest Friends
On rainy days in the third grade, noon time recess would be in the classroom. I and several of my friends would eat our lunches as fast as the teachers would allow, line up to put away our trays and walk briskly to the exit. At the moment we were outside we would break into an all out sprint down the sidewalk. This was not just a friendly race…this was a contest with a definite prize.
One Step Beyond Safety
Hand in hand, you and I walk through the wild grass that waves in the salty wind rushing up from the ocean below. The sun bathes us as we stand upon the top of a high cliff in mid afternoon. You and I are intertwined souls. Each thought we have is felt from within the other.
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