Storm pounding on the windows,
Wind swirling and sweeping deep.
Finding comfort on the pillows
While heart pounds and weeps.
Subsiding the wind and rain,
Your eyes suddenly meet mine.
When I thought I was insane,
You came when it was time.
The dark clouds are fewer,
A rainbow brings promise.
Joy I have when you’re near,
All little things are a bliss.
Now the breeze fills the air,
And the birds fly around.
To love again I will dare,
And be lifted off the ground.
KB, January 2009.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Fighting Thoughts
Thinking thoughts of him all day long,
And fighting them I try and must.
But as they keep coming back in a song,
I don’t know what feelings I should trust.
I look back and there’s so much in the past
History and memories can’t just forgotten be.
But as I try to move forward I’m aghast
That none is doing the work but me.
One standing in my path and another ahead,
One used to me, the other just a promise.
If I knew the next page would not be sad,
I would not fear what I would miss.
My heart is mine, but not my life:
I belong to the ones I love, my children.
For them I live and will sacrifice,
And bring sunshine from heaven.
KB, January 2009.
And fighting them I try and must.
But as they keep coming back in a song,
I don’t know what feelings I should trust.
I look back and there’s so much in the past
History and memories can’t just forgotten be.
But as I try to move forward I’m aghast
That none is doing the work but me.
One standing in my path and another ahead,
One used to me, the other just a promise.
If I knew the next page would not be sad,
I would not fear what I would miss.
My heart is mine, but not my life:
I belong to the ones I love, my children.
For them I live and will sacrifice,
And bring sunshine from heaven.
KB, January 2009.
Left in a Limbo
Heart left in a limbo,
Cyberspace, notebook, myspace.
In life’s juggling act and jungle,
Love fell flat in its face.
Busy spouse, lover or friend,
Love once was a priority.
Now is just standing, a book end
After dream and reality.
The thirst for human touch,
The hunger for company.
Tenderness was not much,
Just a repetitive chant in a litany.
KB, January 2009.
Cyberspace, notebook, myspace.
In life’s juggling act and jungle,
Love fell flat in its face.
Busy spouse, lover or friend,
Love once was a priority.
Now is just standing, a book end
After dream and reality.
The thirst for human touch,
The hunger for company.
Tenderness was not much,
Just a repetitive chant in a litany.
KB, January 2009.
Friday, January 2, 2009
The New Year
To enjoy the laughter of my children,
And be patient with them daily.
The yelling will be forbidden,
A light heart goes a long way.
To be the first to forgive and forget,
And be able not to keep scores.
Love my spouse without holding back,
Kissing is one of my favorite chores.
To not bend my character for no one,
And bring joy to work everyday.
Holding my head up and strong,
That’s my resolution for today.
To open my heart to my dear friends,
And shake the reservations of being me.
Sharing joy and tears, making amends,
Gracefully embracing the New Year!
KB, January 2009.
And be patient with them daily.
The yelling will be forbidden,
A light heart goes a long way.
To be the first to forgive and forget,
And be able not to keep scores.
Love my spouse without holding back,
Kissing is one of my favorite chores.
To not bend my character for no one,
And bring joy to work everyday.
Holding my head up and strong,
That’s my resolution for today.
To open my heart to my dear friends,
And shake the reservations of being me.
Sharing joy and tears, making amends,
Gracefully embracing the New Year!
KB, January 2009.
The morning on Monday
The morning on Monday caught him by surprise
He wasn’t ready for work, neither was for sunrise.
Too many things on his mind, matters of work, bills,
Matters of heart also, and the way she made him feel.
It’s very hard to wake up ready for a new week
When the issues from the last one are still at their peak.
You don’t feel ready, and wish you could stop the clock
And have time to figure out and sort all of your thoughts.
Feet taking people everywhere, also in buses, and cars,
And he wishing his had wings to take him to her arms.
The mere thought of her made him lighter, and he knew
Only the feeling of her touch could him renew.
KB
December 2008
He wasn’t ready for work, neither was for sunrise.
Too many things on his mind, matters of work, bills,
Matters of heart also, and the way she made him feel.
It’s very hard to wake up ready for a new week
When the issues from the last one are still at their peak.
You don’t feel ready, and wish you could stop the clock
And have time to figure out and sort all of your thoughts.
Feet taking people everywhere, also in buses, and cars,
And he wishing his had wings to take him to her arms.
The mere thought of her made him lighter, and he knew
Only the feeling of her touch could him renew.
KB
December 2008
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