Reflections

Look across the landscape of your life,
And tell me what you see.

Was there love and laughter
Or only misery?

Is the vista barren,
Holding only rock and sand?

Or did you love yourself, and life,
And embrace it in your hands?

Did you open up your heart
To let the sunshine in?

And then turn around and give it back
Or was that your only sin?

The time has come, ‘tis the end of days;
Upon your life, reflect.

And when you’ve gone beyond this realm
You will know what to expect.

The Troubadour

In the darkness of night
To my fortress he came.
The Troubadour of music
A man with no name.

He hammered upon my door;
I did not reply.
But he was persistent
Only now do I know why.

Come! Let me in!
He called from without.
I remained steadfast
Harboring doubt.

He plied me with song
And spoke words that were kind.
Drawn in by his eyes;
How could I be so blind?

Time passed by quickly
And I could plainly see,
In his grasp he held
A tiny gold key.

Fear me not, said he,
For this opens the lock.
Set free your heart;
Let it soar like a hawk!

With tentative steps
I strode into the sun
That surrounded his arms;
My fear’d been undone.

Power surged from his hand
When he placed it in mine;
I ne’er felt it before
A love so divine.

From the depths love did flourish
And o’er the days
We wandered aimlessly along
Many pathways.

But our nights were filled
With passion and fire!
Music and longing;
Unfulfillable desire.

Abruptly things changed;
He simply turned away.
Deep within my heart,
I knew he could not stay.

A note I then found
Upon my table, it read:
Please, be my friend.
That’s all it had said.

Where he roams now
No one really knows.
Through gardens of hearts
The Troubadour goes.

As for me, I shall close
My heart as before;
And dream of a day
He’ll unlock it once more.

A Passing Glance

Hustling through a busy life
I walked out on the street
And who’d have thought that on this day
Our eyes, per chance, to meet?

They did lock,
And I could see
A world belonging
To you and me.

I imagined a life
Together with you.
How would it be?
I believe that I knew.

In this dream
You took my hand,
And away we went
To a far-off land;

Where love rules all,
And we were one,
Laughing and loving
Under the sun.

But, you know me not;
It was simply reverie.
You are nothing more
Than a stranger to me.

You smiled as I passed;
I looked away
And wondered if …
Perhaps … someday?

Through The
Eyes of My Mother

When I was a child,
Just a little girl,
I wanted to be like my mother
She was the center of my world.

She was there should I fall
With open arms and a smile
Sending me on my way
Feeling strong and worthwhile.

She taught me the difference
Between right and wrong;
How to find love,
And a sense of where I belong.

In a world that’s wide open
With possibility
I learned to find peace,
And family stability.

I grew and I watched,
Learning many wondrous things;
Like how to be brave,
And to spread my own wings.

But, the sands of time have shifted
The hour glass has turned.
I’m the mother now
I must pass on what I have learned.

Through the eyes of my mother
I watch my own children grow
And fearlessly impart
The lessons learned long ago.