Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Missed

Dear You,

Let not too much time pass between
You breathing
your gift of breath
And uttering
"I love you"
You just never know when
It's going to be the Last

Give your "flowers" today
And even if you don't know
why you may be getting "flowers"
Receive them anyway
I'm sure you won't regret it

I hope this piece is as much of a blessing to you as it was and is to me. I write this in remembrance of living legacies, in their own right. I write this for the people who have etched the very essence of their being on the tapestry of my heart. Their love, as a manifestation of the Ultimate LOVE, expanded the capacity of my heart. And the expansion enables me to love more.

*Dedicated to all the ones I have Loved and Lost*

We smiled
We danced
We laughed
We loved

You taught
I learned
I lived
You died
Or is it
You lived
I died

You now have eternal life
and my heart missed a beat
When I realized
I couldn't share you
with the world
anymore
I cried

Time
passes
One Year
Two Years,
FIve, Seven, Nine
And more

So glad I had the opportunity
To really know you
Because now,
with tears in my eyes,
I can honestly say
You are...
MISSED

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Dance

Tired feet
Lifting and shifting
Through the humdrum
Of "new life"
Who's life?
Their "new life"
That wasn't as glorious
As it was promised to be

Moving from one state to another
With the hope of prosperity,
As the beacon of a guiding light,
Only to be introduced to a colder world
Of foreign injustices

See back in the south
At least it was known how to operate
But in this here north
There were dangers
as far as the eye could see
that really couldn't be seen
Until they were too close to escape

The lost of children
the lost of family
the lost of dignity
the lost of sanity

But something had them stay
And as a product of the "great migration"
two generations removed
I am grateful for
Their tired feet
as they shuffled to a beat unknown
So I could make a beat of my own

And DANCE

Sunday, October 10, 2010

In Flight

In the wee hours of the morning,
It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop...
And at one point of my life
I used to wait
At this hour
For my heart to stop

Now as I sit here
Reflecting on the things that were
And the life that was
I marvel at how
I loved just because

Even if my heart
Felt like it was breaking
Or it was as
Coal encrusted as
An Undiscovered Diamond
Buried in the Core of the Earth
I loved

Well, I tried to at least
Not realizing that
In my WAKE
Broken pieces
Of other jewels
Would be left

But I loved
The only way I knew how...

In FLIGHT