ashes and wine

Si pudiera mirar en tus ojos la alegría

Si pudiera soñarte y abrazarte,
pero no se
si por fortuna o por desgracia,
lo que solo hago es añorarte.

Si tuviera tu mano en mi mano
Si tuviera tu mirada a mi lado.

Si tuviera tu calidez de madre
aún en vida,
te susurraría con dulzura
que siempre serás mi guía.

Descansa en paz
madre querida,
te estoy para siempre
sumamente agradecida.

No recordaré tu dolor
porque recuerdo tus alegrías,
no recodaré tu llorar
porque recuerdo tus consuelos,
no recordaré tus amargas palabras
porque recuerdo tus consejos,
no recordaré que sufriste
porque eso ya no existe.

Tus ojos se cerraron
señal de tu partida,
tus labios se sellaron
para no hablarme más,
y hoy que ya te extraño
y apenas te has marchado
me lleno de quebranto
por ya no verte más.

Mamá tu iluminabas
como sol en las mañanas,
tu eco aún retumba
en nuestro corazón
más hoy en la mañana
al ver que tú no estabas
la luz ya no brillaba
ni el sol me dio calor.

Yo se que algún día
volveremos a encontrarnos,
y se que ese día
tarde o temprano llegará,
pero y mientras tanto
que quieres que yo haga
si ya mucho te extraño
y tú no volverás.

Let me not say I love you,
Although you know that it is true.
That phrase has been so much abused,
Misunderstood and over-used.

Let me say rather I think you,
Breathe you, taste you, feel you, dream you,
That you help make each day complete,
life has never been so sweet.

My list is more than just a way to keep track of the special people God has brought into my life to love. It’s like a treasured scrapbook filled with pleasant memories of all the times God has answered prayers through friends and family.

Every name is a touchstone that leads to a place and time, where God has used anothers heart to reach out and touch mine. It may have happened years ago or even yesterday, but every person on my list has changed my life some way.

Through simple conversation, a warm hug or a shared meal, every person on my list has helped me grow or heal, or laugh or love, or learn or smile…the blessings never end as God allows our paths to cross as family and friends.

So please know that this is more than just a wish. It’s a thank you to God for putting on my list each and everyone whose name I’ve come to hold so dear…those who have shown me joy each day of the year.

Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world you entered,

Bringing light and life to me.

The vivid colors, painted with a swirl of wit and charm, of personality.

With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,

And images that line the now bright walls.

I look upon them fondly, bringing forth a thankfulness

That you walk these halls with me.

Our friendship has become a part of my world, it has its special place.

Within my being, life, and in my heart,

Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.

Remembering just how drab these walls have been,

I have to thank you for the light, my friend.

Close, feeling everything
beating heart pressed near
gentle breath whispers
soft lips so sweet
warm body alive
the protection
the love, the contentment
sheer joy, fulfilled
nothing wanting
having all things
loved completely
awake or dreaming?
this is paradise

Sunshine on my pillow,

Tear stains on my sheet;

Another lonely night,

Another morning to greet.

Get up…Go to work…

Fight the bustling throng.

Another day…Another dollar…

It’s gone on far too long!

I’m breaking out!

I’m breaking free!

I’m gonna be

Whatever is me.

I’m going to love to love,

And hate to hate,

And leave my destiny

To a thing called fate.

Watch the flowers grow.

Watch the children touch.

Feel my soul grow wider.

And be so very much.

I’m breaking out!

I’m breaking free!

I’ll live my life

Gentle and easy.

I’ll live with style,

And sing my songs

Loud and clear

To those bustling throngs.

And one of the days,

They’ll break out too,

And see the truth:

To be you is true.

Hopelessly bound

unfettered

by the chains of love’s grip

greatest gift,

fate’s cruelest curse.

Wherefore do I weep

at knowing the joy,

the warmth,

at feeling the peace,

the fire.

Wherefore do I weep

unable to complete,

to be,

unknown the kiss,

the flames.

Wherefore do I weep

at loving not living

seeing not touching

breathing not sharing

holding not loving?

All,

because I, the fool,

am no more?

On the edge of dreaming

When the brain lets go

When it stops its scheming

And the blood runs slow

Then the heart speaks clearly

Of the things it knows

Things it sought so dearly

At the evening’s close

In the clear lights dawning

On the edge of day

Dare we tell the morning

What the heart can’t say?