Trying Hard.

"At least finish your tea." He said.
Then the pages wouldn't feel so bad.

Around us now the silence hung.
Contradicting the repartee so long.

"The perspective is a star." I said.
"On still waters it won't stray."

"Let us not talk. Hold on."
"Start from where we begun."

The glances held. The thoughts frayed.
"What were we talking about?"

Such a state we felt at last.
"Put it down, come on fast."

But the birds few away and the day.
Overwhelmed, so still we sat.

"The tea is cold." I said.
And continued to tear the pages apart.

The Light

That compelling fragrance wafts,
Tantalizing my senses again.
It pulls me into the reserve,
Where all my senses awaken.

I'am one with love today.
His beauty all around me I see.
For what yesterday I failed,
To acknowledge and embrace.


My eyes are awash with light,
And the brightness flows within,
I let the windows open,
For my soul to soar in the breeze.

In lightness my thoughts flutter.
With nostalgic, incandescent wings.
Submerge me and overwhelm me.
Gladly I will walk the way.

There I'd peace. There is noise.
An exquisite harmony blends.
I feel it reach out and fuse.
My soul with His inside out.