watching in my mind as you open sleepy eyes a little yawn and blinking at the light a stretch to start your day rolling to your side and legs slip off the bed to set yourself aright remove the stiffness of the night Wishing I was there to hug you one more time knowing that I can't and may never have that time pj's on the floor stepping in to get your shower I see the beauty of your legs the promise of your flower arms above your head and water flowing down touching parts of you where I would ...

what isn't said screams volumes wretching pain from blackness dealing death to lights hope no thing has meaning; understanding impossible grinding etching a crimson line around a twice beat heart knife stretching where words did not feelings bared, heart cold not even wool can warm

  After the autumn rain sitting alone on the deck Chickadees fussing in the willow tree. Blue jays, their raspy calls while chasing squirrels from the feeders. Hummingbird skittering back and forth trying to decide which late blossom to skewer. Red headed woodpecker dangling from the wire mesh holding suet; prying loose a seed from peanut butter. Sun still hot over the trees, sweat sparkles on my forehead. Sweet thoughts of you dance with the birds in the treetops.  

  After the autumn rain sitting alone on the deck Chickadees fussing in the willow tree. Blue jays and their raspy calls chasing squirrels from the feeders. Hummingbird skittering back and forth trying to decide which late blossom to skewer. Red headed woodpecker dangling from the wire mesh holding suet; prying loose a seed from the peanut butter. Sun still hot over the trees and sweat sparkles on my forehead. Sweet thoughts of you dance with the birds in the treetops.  

Halo’s of gossamer colors wrapped themselves around my moon belying the faint darkness creeping skyward from the horizon. I float restlessly on the gentle waves with a heart full of love waiting patiently for the fullness of her beauty to be revealed. The creeping darkness swells quietly, stealthily, with evil intent Climbing higher in the sky on the distant horizon. How beautiful are the colors that stir my heart with the passion of years of lost love creating a yearning that i...

  waxing moon lights way creeping dark shrouds mortals glow waning lifes beauty  

  waning moon of life dark sliding over the light a shroud on beauty  

  waning moon like life darkness marching over light a shroud on beauty  

  We can never achieve our highest potential when we accept the limitations others put on us.  

  We never reach our potential when we allow ourself to accept the limitations others put on us.