Following this post, I received a wonderful poem from Mary Yaus, who wrote these lines:
Round and round she goes
nobody but she knows
but have no doubt
it is deep within her heart
radiating into her soul
holding on to life
with gentle hands
feeling vibrational bands
she looks deep into the eyes
reflecting of all her tomorrows
you can almost here her sigh
through thoughts in contemplations
round and round the carousel takes her
dreaming into the silence of words
waiting for her thoughts to be heard
she’ll grab the brass ring
and her heart will open and sing
letting the world see the grace she shall bring
Thank you Mary for adding your own wonderful contribution.
Lee and Isabel.
There are no dead, they walk the air we breath,
they speak through the tomes of ashes in their mouths.
Though numbed by passing and surpassing fear
and bound to being on this trembling ground
I stand on all the while you spin me round
the axis of a passion or a year –
giddied I listen, having no choice but hear
your song composed of noteless silent sound
as if unhemmed, and your whole nature crowned
in hints caught up in waves – now blurred, now near.
the lapping waters absolves
my deepest fears
running my fingers through your body
over the waters, shimmering, a face
I’ve half thought yours appears to smile and call,
and back I call, Time – come – I am the space
you long to lodge in and take over all
the darkest corners from and light in grace
unsure if still I stumble, rise, or fall.
He’s a stream, that talks to the ocean
He stops where the flow meets the waves.
Loaded with laughter, with you beside him
Listening to the surf he picks up a slick pebble
Holds it up to the light for you to see
He is the boy with the world in his hand.
In endless lapping
across the lake; a master
in haiku circles
Nine o’clock after a storm of tears
and bed time, soothing talk
of things to do tomorrow,
and a laugh about the things
we did today, followed by a story
from a book with pictures,
then she settles down,
her arms around my neck,
and pauses between questions
as she thinks her way to sleep
with bubbles in her hair.