Thursday, April 26, 2007

Dear Dad,

It’s been more than eleven years since I’ve written. My thoughts couldn't remain voiceless, so I'm setting them free, even though I know you can’t answer.

I miss you so much and wish I could tell you how happy I am, how happy he makes me, but you already know.

I’ve been contemplating this event as it draws closer, of the family and friends who will watch me walk hand-in-hand out of the Logan, Utah LDS Temple on June 8th with my husband.

I’ve imagined the dress, the tux, the bouquet, the rose petals resting on the table cloths, and the soft music floating on the air. I wish you could stand next to Mom as she greets the never-ending line of well-wishers.

I know you'll be there, even if I can't see you.

I love you, Dad.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

why do i love you

why do i love you
the answer varies so
“because”
“you make me happier”
“we make sense together”
“why not”
“when we kiss the world stops”
“you are the missing piece to my puzzle”
“my heart would stop if i didn’t”
“i can’t afford not to”

at least that’s what i say
but there are many left silent
true, pure, passionate, untainted love
that forges hearts and souls together
that binds them and locks them forever as one
a love that transcends time and barriers
and destroys castle walls
it’s your loving kindness and concern
willingness to serve and sacrifice
that glow of light i can see in your eyes

why do i love you
the reason varies so
because i gave you my heart
whether you know it or not
you hold my heart in your hands
and with careful caress you protect me
you love me for who i am
for the person you make me want to be

Because of You

Happiness enveloped me when I realized I was found
That you had found me and I found you
Two souls searching for someone who
Would make us whole and someone we always knew

We've always known each other, so it seems
There was always a piece of you in my heart
A beacon to help me find my way back to you
And end our lengthy separation, at long last

So I could shout to the world that I
Am incandescently and euphorically happy
Never could anyone in the history of time
Be equal or greater than I in love

For I am loved and I love so deeply it consumes me
Every beat, every breath, every conscious thought
Revolves around us-where we are & where we're going
The future and the past - excitement and anticipation

Swirling into one electrically charged emotion
That makes my feet float off the ground into the sky
Where I float in gleeful bliss above the world
Smiling, always smiling, and never explaining why

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Time Lost

Every minute we’re apart is lost
Lost forever to someone or something else
It can’t be recalled or re-lived
It’s gone forever
Those moments we’re apart
I imagine you are with me
I can hear your voice, see your face
I can feel your breath on my neck
The warmth of your hand in mine
I capture every instant I can with you
Though I miss you more
You are always there
In my mind and in my heart

Twitter-pated

In every sense of the word
I have arrived there and stayed
I find myself blissfully gone
Reality is another world

Permission

Barely out of my reach
Brushing the tips of my fingers
Playing with my mind

Feeble attempts
Meager hints
Just within reach
Yet so far away

Translated statement
I want to hold your hand
Sweetly intertwined with mine

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Gossip

It starts with a small fact
That becomes more glamorous
As time wears on

Passed between friends then
Acquaintances to show knowledge
Of the town’s goings-on

Out of context, twisted and bent
Used for entertainment and such
Never bothered for accuracy

Returns to creator more alive
Twice or thrice its size
Barely recognizable

However, taken at face value
Polished and primed for a
Second go around

Outlandish, indistinguishable
Names, dates, and places added
All from one little line

It started with they said ‘hi’
Then to a two week stint
Now they’re engaged

Doubt she had him at ‘hello’
Something more happened to
Get there from here

But no, they just said ‘hi’
And kept walking on
Nothing more than that

Love's First Kiss

Anticipation
Jittered nerves
A smile
A glance

Excitement
Nervous Energy
Lips colliding
Sweet embrace

Soaring heart
Delirious mind
Endless smile
Electrified

Remember

There is something about the wind and its peaceful lullaby.
It rocks the trees, like a mother would a child;
Embracing, lovingly caressing, wooing one to sleep.
A paradise of some forgotten place where contentment dwells.

I close my eyes and I am there, rocking slowly to the tune.
A tune that only my heart knows, that calls my name and whispers:

“Remember. Remember time forgotten. Of that far away place
Where friends gathered and time stood still.
We spoke of things most cherished, of life yet lived.
Of loyalty and determination to return there.”

But sometimes the world talks too loudly and drowns out that song.
The wind always reminds me, if I let it talk to my heart.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Tears

I wrote this just after my father died. I’m still not sure if I like it or if it correctly conveys what I was feeling. I’ve thought about deleting it, but just can’t. It still whispers to me.

I cry tears you cannot see
I say words you cannot hear
I have pain you cannot feel

Tears you can only see
If you look into my eyes
Past the veil I have hung

Words you can only hear
If you listen to my heart
Beyond the wall I have built

Pain you can only feel
If you hold me in your arms
And let me cry

My World

I step into the color of night; darkness washes over me, engulfing my entire frame. I can feel it touching my skin, the shadows ever so gentle and frail. It is a familiar blanket, worn often but never fraying.

My bare feet dance across the cold, hard concrete of the patio: six – seven – eight steps, now I am on the cool, fresh cut grass. The scent of green permeates the air. This thick carpet of nature caresses my feet, separating my toes with a few blades. My toes wiggle, an involuntary reaction. The child inside me escapes, and I must frolic, letting the blades tickle as they will.

An unseen hand gently persuades distant figures to sway, moving them in time to a silent melody. I, too, begin to dance – twirling, twirling around and around in an unknown configuration. My hair floats behind me, sailing on the rushed air. I can feel myself getting lighter and lighter. The wind flows under my arms which are spread in a feeble attempt at wings. If I turn fast enough, my feet might be lifted from the earth and I can soar. I would soar high above the tree tops, chasing the voices carried by the breeze. Instead, the world begins to reel, and I find myself clinging to the ground.

I raise my hands, trying to stop the sickening spinning. The wind weaves through my fingers, like a swiftly moving spring. I can almost grab a handful, but not quite. The instant I have a fistful it disappears. The air is victorious, escaping capture.

If I am quiet enough, I can hear the wind whispering. It brings me words wrenched from distant conversations. I must concentrate, allowing my mind to decipher the phrases. Narrowing all my senses to one, I concentrate. With my mind and energies focused, the only things heard are delicate utterances. I am left to imagine what they say.

Sounds come from all directions, creating a peacefully lullaby. It is a pleasant sound, one I had been oblivious to. The string section is playing from the river and near the big tree. Crickets abound, all playing their universal tune. The first chair is most prominent, causing the others to muster all their strength to be heard.

The single woodwind is just that, the Wind. She finds objects to blow through. The tones produced seem to fit into Nature’s greatest composition.

When a hot summer day turns into a hot summer night, part of the percussion section has random and irregular pattern. The splashing of fish, feeding on bugs from the surface of the water, can be faintly heard.

The steady lapping of waves washing up on the shore maintains the rhythm. It is a consistent rise and fall, one beat more dramatic than the other. Without peering at the water’s edge, I can see the small grains of sand tumbling over each other in a battle to remain stationary. They grind each other down, making rough corners smooth. I can hear them crumbling, in the depths of my imagination.

How did I not notice them? The gusts shake the simple instruments in a randomly accepted fashion. The leaves are not metal, but they duplicate the indefinite pitch of any tambourine.

The countless diamonds sparkle against their back drop, sending small beams of light to the earth beneath. I remember, as a child, thinking they were angels watching over all the inhabitants of the world, winking at them. Tonight, I feel that same childhood excitement running through my veins. I can’t prevent myself from envisioning that these sweet angels are winking at me.

The moon casts a soft, shimmering light that the glassy river catches. Its perfect roundness burns a temporary visual scar in the flowing liquid called the Snake River. Due to this flawless reflection, it appears the sky neither ends nor begins. The earth has become Heaven, in this single tranquil night, the two spheres blending and binding into one.

I could stay here forever.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Illusion

Control, I have it
Thoughts, feelings, & desires
Lock & key – held captive
Restrained by necessity

Then your face, your voice
The butterflies flutter
My pulse quickens
Free falling

Gone, totally and completely
Escaping into a world of two
Heart beating: the only sound
Exhilaration: the blood in my veins

You steal my breath
Press quickly, your lips to mine
Save me, rescue me
Give me breath

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Prayer's Answer

This was once titled “Untitled,” but after analyzing a comment, I realized it needed clarification. Though it may seem a bit ambiguous, there is a story. Maybe to share. Maybe to keep.

Scared . . . that wouldn’t even begin
A type of nervousness that controls
Dictating trembling confusion
A wave of panic, a surge of trepidation
I have never encountered such
Nor do I wish to endure

Stop . . . oh, how I wish it would
Enter Calm, in any form
But, alas, Chaos remains
I fight, I struggle, and I lose
How can I conquer this war
In my head and my heart

Silence . . . here at last
Only for a moment
Long enough to hear words
Simple, powerful words that echo
Echo peacefully in my soul
“Trust me . . . Trust me”

The Star Wars Meeting

As I journeyed, my mind dwelt on the revealed meeting. I considered it a fictional confession, but not so. As I stealthily moved around the square domain, I saw figures moving through sunlight and shadows; their bodies dancing to a silent archaic rhythm.

Confusion and chaos at first glance revealed planned and choreographed movements. Light-sabers clashed in a frenzied attempt to defend an unknown treasure. The cost life, yet, death was not final. They possessed powers which restored breath and limb.

Though graceful in thought, reality was harsh and undaunting. Their identities revealed; the shadows did not conceal the Jedi’s Storybook battle.

All were captivated; in total awe and amazement at the legendary skills possessed by all: agility was extraordinary, timing precise, and saber skills startling.

One cannot say they have lived until they have witnessed such a feat as this.

Closure

Hate would be too weak a word
Repulsed, disgusted, despised

Repugnant face, demented and revolting
A wake of darkness follows

Skin crawls, hair stands, nauseous
Steel tongue weighed with unsaid words

Claws ready, teeth exposed
Eyes fixed, monster ready

He mumbles words strung together
Fragile attempts to erase the past

Impenetratable fortress, my heart
Dull meaningless words fall

Daggers fly, thrown from eyes
Longing to tear deep

Sharp words lodged fast
Forced to remain still

Air thick and heavy
Apology left floating

Stinging piercing silence
Wedge driven deeper

Sweet separation, exquisite release
Never to meet again