The Flower Bed

he clipped a rose.
Fresh.
From his mother’s garden.

A small white rose
Surrounded by nature’s claws.
A garden no weed can know.

he held onto the stem,
Wet from red tears,
That ran through his innocent hands.

his eyes,
White and dry,
Held the gaze of his mother.

Just the way he held the rose,
She was fading,
And he couldn’t imagine letting her go.

Hourglass

I wish I held the hourglass

So time would quickly pass.
I wish the grains were small enough
To see your face at last.

To look at you.
To hold your gaze.
The possibilities,
I’m still amazed.

I wish I held the hourglass
Containing all the grains by the sea.
I wish the grains were large enough
So time would slow for you and me.

I’d flip the glass
Or add some sand
To stretch the time
To hold your hand

Let my heart beat fast
Let the time grow slow
As I hold your hand
And our new love grows.

Je T'aimais

The heart has languages
All it's own.
Morse code making beats,
Speaking to the soul.

Je t'aimais,
Je t'aime, et
Je t'aimerais.

And as you pass
My heart speaks louder
And repeats the words
Over and over.

Je t'aimais,
Je t'aime, et
Je t'aimerais.

Morse code making beats,
Speaking to the soul.
And if my love would cease,
My heart would grow silent and cold.

Love is a Choice

Love is a choice
My heart chose to make.
A chance
My heart dared to take.

Love is a choice
My heart chose to make.
A promise.
It two now, shall break.

Emotions

Emotions,
Though massless,
They sometimes
Weigh us down.

A kiss.
Some laughter.
And if in sorrow,
frowns.