White linen bed

Soft is the white
like feathers of an angel
wings spread open wide

Warm is the white
like the glow of a fireplace
flames casting light

Home is the white
like the arms of my love
embracing me at night

Hope is the white
like the doves of peace
taking flight

Laughter is the white
like brown chocolate stains
on linen soft and bright

Bliss is the white
like the body of a lover
moving with delight

Bed

Here the soldier rests
Here the poet writes
Here the artist dreams
Here the wounded heals
Here the lover feels

Should you abandon that white
don’t leave it waiting, aching, lonely
burn it to ashes, black not white.

Lost

How did I miss you in the passage of time, sliding doors to another reality?

How do words and laughter become silent echoes of lost possibilities?

Why do I feel such an aching grief for someone that was never mine?

How do I say goodbye and let you go when you were never here with me?

I open my heart and let you see that I wish for you the love I could never be.