The Gift

At times
Being missed is the only way I feel wanted
Three words can be heavy on heart
or light.
I Miss You
I Love You can be
The feeling
I crave
of relieving someone of ache for my presents
My presence is a gift to those
I choose.
Time is wasted waiting on
I Love You.
Time is my present


Morning Light

The blue gray of the day

Warm winds through new

sun filled mornings

Waking to moments of light

brings joy to the heart

peace to mind


Mine frees to gentle hands

feather fingers linger on skin

Cool sheets beneath two

and so it begins